Being a furry parent isn’t all fun.
The girls were sick last week. They had a bad stomach bug, which lead the vets (yes, the plural) on a wild goose chase for a foreign substance obstructing their bowels. After 24 hours of observation which included x-rays every two-four hours, they determined it was just a nasty, mean, awful stomach bug.
They are recovered, but Donatello and I haven’t quite bounced back as quickly. Our dreams are still haunted by the memory of waking up to… poo paintings across our carpeted bedroom. We are still trying to get the bright yellow bile from the carpet. Every time a dog eliminates outside, we cheer like they have won a championship or brought home the gold from the 2016 Dog Olympics.
When we woke up last night to the smell of the wrath of Elsie’s stomach, we thought the worst. She hadn’t fully recovered, we were in for another long week. This time, luckily, it would be over the weekend instead of throughout the work week. We start implementing Clean Up After and Care For Furry E Attack Plan 57 – Donatello deals with the things that are clearly Elsie’s biological warfare (I am still not convinced this puppy is not trying to kill us via biological weaponry), while I take Elsie outside to clean her up and ensure she is really running on empty. Once outside Elsie begins to eat beetles and moths that she catches in the bright outside light. The light that was on the last time she went outside, when she also chased after, caught, and ate beetles.
Apparently, Elsie does not have a stomach bug this time. She just has a bug in her stomach that didn’t quite agree with her.
This is relief for us furry parents. Sadly, the carpet doesn’t share this relief.
Living in a Menagerie 