Soooo this weekend was kind of rough. My tummy was gurgling, and I had to run outside every couple hours all night long where my bum exploded. My intestines started to calm down with a scrumptious bland diet and some medicine, but I was still room clearingly (words had to be invented) gassy and ready to snuggle.
|Come closer... gurgle|
Just as it seemed like I was recovering, I vomited up grass and enough fabric to send me to surgery on my mom's pillow at bedtime. My brother Nacho is usually our inanimate object swallower, not me. Sometimes old dogs do learn new tricks!
|I taught you well, grasshopper|