Poop, Puke, & Pedialyte

It's 7:00p.m. and I find myself driving back 10 minutes to work, as I am locked out of the house. After returning home to relax on the couch with the 2 French Bulldogs only a mother can love, I'm welcomed with the pungent odor of Doggy Diarrhea. Bella (My eldest) has crapped in her kennel.

After letting the manure monsters out to close any unfinished business, it appears as though Bella has adorned the floor with a path of paw prints. Subsequently, I clean up the mess and carefully allow her to make it far enough through the door for me to pick her up like a wet rag and carry her to the 'barf bath.' I call it the 'barf bath' because she proceeded to 'barf' during the 'bath.'

Following the bath I am unable to stop my dehydrated darling from drinking, so I move/spill the entire 2 gallon water contraption on the dining room, kitchen, and living room floors. I soaked up the water with every last clean towel in the house and just as I finish up, I hear what appears to be the hiccups. Hiccups? Not exactly. I find the Nile River of soupy stomach fluids running down the $650 area rug onto the carpet. At this point, I decided it would be appropriate to call for backup.

I called Bella's father to pick up Pedialyte on his way home, as we have a sick baby (pathetic, I know). The typical father that he is, showed up after the chaos was calmed down and cleaned up and says, "She looks fine. I don't understand why you are freaking out?" I'm sure he'll be more understanding next time after he is in need of a towel after showering tomorrow morning.