We’re dog sitting.
We do that a lot, because although we don’t have a dog ourselves, my parents do — a German Shepherd named Chloe — and that’s the arrangement we have with them: anytime they travel (which they do a lot, especially to visit their grandson, who lives on the other coast), Chloe comes to live with us.
And this time, Chloe got sick.
Really, really sick.
As in digestive tract sick. Both ends.
And one thing about Chloe, is that she has this habit of walking while she poops. I have no idea why.
She’s perfectly still when she pees, but when she poops, she takes a hike.
It makes our back yard into a bit of a land mind situation.
And yesterday, well, you know the artist Jackson Pollack?
That was pretty much our living room. Except with dog poop.
On white Berber carpet.
Though to be fair, it hasn’t [Read more…]