I took my dog out about four times last night because he had horrible diarrhea and I got the pleasure of cleaning that up. This morning, it happened again. I went to work leaving him in his crate. The dog walker called at 2 that he had gone diarrhea in his crate. He cleaned it up as best he could but the dog wouldn’t go back in the crate. So I gave him the ok to leave the dog out. I came home to two piles of poop and one little puddle of blood.
Luckily, there were places in the dining room covered in foil to prevent the cat from spraying. One pile of poop and the blood was on the foil. The other was all over the carpet. I called the vet. They suggested I bring him in. I scrambled to get the dog to the vet. I put the pile of poop that was on the foil into a Tupperware container and stuck it into a Bath and Body Works bag and brought it with us. I spent 15 minutes in the waiting room restraining a 63 pound dog who wanted to make friends with every cat, dog, child and adult in the waiting room. I met with the vet. I got my instructions to feed him a bland diet and give him an antibiotic/anti-inflammatory med twice a day. I then spent another 15 minutes in the waiting room waiting for the medication to be filled and playing the same game of restraint.
I then drove home with the dog. I then proceed to clean up. I fully cleaned out the crate. I steam cleaned the carpet all while trying to keep the dog entertained with a toy instead of playing with his pile of poop. I took out all the trash so it wouldn’t smell. Oh and also I was running in and out of the house with him so he could go diarrhea some more. And finally, I’m waiting for my husband to get home with chicken and rice so I can cook my dog dinner and give him his medication.
So, go ahead, asshole. I defy you to tell me how maybe I’m just not meant to be a mother.
