***WARNING *** Reader discretion is advised. The following blog entry is very GROSS. Even some adults may be offended. ***
...At 2h50 A.M. Long story short : Steph brings dog outside, dog has diahrrea explosively again. (This time he was stressed because the painter was here. Can I give valium to dogs?) His butt fur is covered in shit and super stinky. Dog thinks he's not done since the poop won't fall off his butt so he's perpetually crouching. Steph brings crouching dog inside so I can bring him papertowels and a plastic bag at the door. As I get to the door the dog happily runs up the stairs somehow still crouching. He shakes shakes shakes it off (Deja vu, anyone?)..... Yup. Ugh. Sigh. Dog diahrrea all over the freshly painted walls. And I have to mention again how FOUL the smell was.
Shortened story even shorter : No dammage was done to the newly painted walls, dog was NOT happy that his butt was being wiped with paper towels forever. Dog is spending the night in his crate and hopefully... ugh I'm not even going to go there.
Why is this happening to me ? *dramatic sigh*