Today Kyle and I went out to lunch and then to Gymboree. It was about 85 degrees in the valley. We hit Robek’s for a smoothie after class and then headed home. Altogether we were gone for about 5 hours, to come home to…
…piles of poop and vomit. On our beautiful living room rug. My guess is the dog got heatstroke or something and everything came out at once.
Stewart seems to have cleaned it up already, but I’m afraid to go in there.
*This post is especially for Andrew, who waxes nostalgic for the days when I discussed bodily excretions more freely.
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