My hangy-ball-thingy is under assault. Vomit keeps courting it’s delicate pink facade. My dog… Dozer… The massive white one.. Oh my god.. Ugh I might puke trying to type this… errp guh BLAH! He when into the trash and fished out a shitty diaper. This is gross enough but he then settled down to dine on the poo poo platter.. Oh God, heaving heaving… gahhhh! I went to the kitchen to grab a handful of chocolate chips and found his face smeared like a kid after a fudge pop. The smell was toe curling and I think several of my nose hairs dropped out and ran to safer ground. Missing were 3 or 4 baby wipes which I’m sure he’ll hoark up later in a delightful encore of this poopy production. EHHH heeughhhh bleck blah gag!