This morning Abigail let out explosive diarrhea in several places in our house.

At 6:30. Good morning to us!

I hesitate to say which places those were as I'm afraid none of our friends would ever come over again if they knew the gory details. She's been sick since Sunday morning when she woke us up at 7:45 with the first round of explosions, effectively ruining any chance of sleeping in. So, this morning, after cleaning up her and our house, I dropped her off at the vet. I'm sure it's nothing serious. This has happened before, so it's either the colitis flaring up or a bacterial or parasitic infection in her colon.

On an up note, Otis informed me this morning that he was going to take me to Target tonight and let me pick out "whatever steam cleaner my little heart desires". I'm not sure if my heart has ever previously desired a steam cleaner, but after cleaning up what I've had to clean up the last couple of days, these words were like angelic praises to the Lord. I think I almost started crying, and if I hadn't been wrist deep in dog poo at that very moment I would have jumped up and given him a huge kiss. I think he appreciated the thank you and the kiss I blew at him from across the room. Very far away from his white shirt.