You know that commercial for NyQuil, the one that says it’s the “nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever so you can rest medicine”? I am destined to be their poster child, I think. And this cold or flu – whatever it is – wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the poop.
No, not mine. Buddy’s. Our beagle has the runs, and it’s been oh-so-fun at our house today. I awoke to the sound of Howie making gagging noises as he cleaned up the first mess of the day, one which the dog managed to make right on top of some computer cables, coax cable and phone lines. I’ve been taking the dogs out regularly, hoping to avoid any more accidents, but I’m afraid he did it again. I cleaned up the little spot I saw, thinking it was good it was just that little bit…Then I saw more under my desk. Much more. On the carpet, of course.
Waaaaaah! Can I just say that I’m really sick of bodily fluids today, human and otherwise? *sniffle* Okay, I’ve had my pity party.