Ike slept like a champ last night. And didn't wake up when Q came barging in our room at the butt crack of dawn this morning. Nor did he stir when Chris got up to get ready or when Chris and the boy left.
I woke up 30 minutes later and took the good boy outside. And *this could be TMI, or perhaps not appropriate if you have a weak stomach* his pooh came shooting out like water from a hose! Holy schnikes! I am not even kidding you. Believe me, I wish I was. And he really couldn't believe it either.
He didn't finish his breakfast and is now curled up on the couch next to me, back asleep. Houston, we have a problem.
So, considering that I have a leadership meeting today at work and tomorrow is when my official pre planning begins, I think I will be heading to the vet this morning and not waiting to see if it clears up.
It is also gray and cloudy and cold outside. I guess the weather gods are just trying to really reinforce the idea that this is the end of summer for us.
It's call peeing out your butt.
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