Unfortunately, I'm the one left to deal with it. I thought things were getting better after I gave him some fiber ...and then they weren't.
I woke up this morning to the smell of poop coming through the vents. I assure you, it was disgusting. The smell was even worse as I was cleaning it up.
There was another time that there was an explosion of extremely stinky brown stuff. Thank goodness there was no video recording of me that was saved and sent into America's funniest home videos! Although, I may have won because my facial expressions and everything I did would have been hysterical to everyone, I believe. Imagine someone in their front yard with a mat covered in poop and a kennel also covered trying not to vomit but definitely making the faces of gagging while also trying to wave fresh air in the house and under her own nose. I can laugh now but, boy, that was bad.
I get it all cleaned up and then basically load him up again because I had to feed him. I had hope because he had been asking to be let out to do his business, so I thought I might be in the clear. Then he was asking to be let out frantically and, before I could even get off the couch, there was stinky, brown liquid coming onto the carpet by the door out of a uh-oh-don't-look-faced doggie.
I'm not mad at him; he tried. I just wish he wouldn't do it but, of course, I know he can't help it. So, I just feel bad for him because he clearly is not feeling 100% well.
Neither am I. No, I don't have the runs like him. Haha! I just started crying. He wasn't too far away from me but he saw and heard me and whined. He could definitely tell I was needing some comfort and not doing well.
He's been going a mile a minute since about 6 o'clock this morning but he's being calm and staying by my side now, when I need him. Though some days prove frustrating because he is still learning, I am very grateful to have a little buddy.
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