I think I’m going to puke….
So I’m sitting at the computer when I hear Ms Tessa start wailing from her room. Ah yes, nap time is over. As I approached the door I hear her yelling “POOP, POOP!!” The door swung open and I found Tessa half way across the room wailing “POOP!” while she pointed her tiny trembling finger in my direction. I looked down and what did I spy? A great big poopy pie. Yes clumps of soft serve turd all over the floor. I grab my darling under her arms and more poop falls from her bottom- oh gack me… Off to the tub for a much needed rinse off. It took me all of 45 seconds to turn on the water and return to the scene of the crime. What do I find upon my arrival?
I found Pickles licking the floor clean… He ATE ALL THE POOP! Every last stinky morsel lapped up. I started dry heaving and fumbled my way back to the bathroom. Once I got myself under control I threw THAT dog outside because the last thing I need is my dog to vomit baby poop in my house. Pickles puked poop… While the literary headline would be stunning the actual events would be stomach churning since I am typically a sympathy puker.