Seriously Hideous Intestinal Turmoil: Or S.H.I.T. for Short

WARNING: THIS IS GRAPHIC. COVER YOUR EYES IF YOU ARE FAINT OF HEART

I am a dog. I eat things that I am not supposed to. And my mom, well, she has to clean up the results.


There are several classifications of S.H.I.T.

Loosey Goosey -
Half-n-half - it starts one way and ends up another

Droppin' Da Bomb -
A mega load, usually when mom doesn't have appropriately sized baggies.

Cling-on -
When things hang-on by a thread.

A River Flows Through It -
I think you get the idea on this one.

So, today when my tummy really started to hurt, I knew I was in trouble. It rumbled. It shook. I had to get outside pronto. I wasn't sure if I would be vomiting or having a serious case of the S.H.I.T.s, but I knew it was going to be bad. Unfortunately, mom was at work, and I couldn't hold back the river any longer.

When mom came home she had a big mess to clean up! But she was patient with me and knew I really wasn't feeling well. I've never received so many hugs! After the Toxic Clean-Up of '06 was complete, we marched outside. Mom and I had to stop about every 20 minutes but since everything was mostly out of my system, it wasn't too bad.

I even managed to get some pool time in.

Needless to say, there was no dinner for me.