The dogs have just been walked. Maya is playing happily with my gym shoe in the entry hall. I’m working at my desk. It’s a typical weekday.

Then behind me, I hear a very *wet* sound. There’s gurgling. There’s the sound of something hitting the carpet. It didn’t sound like the dogs’ puke noises, and Maya is no longer the queen of spitup, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I definitely didn’t expect what I saw.

Apparently, one of my dogs — you know, the ones I’ve just walked — has a stomach bug. There is a fresh pile of dogshit on the carpet. Two feet away, Maya sits surrounded by a very wet, smelly patch of carpet. She ate it, and projectile vomitted dogshit-and-breakfast all over the carpet.

It takes a lot to turn my stomach.

Consider my stomach turned.

No photos for this one…I got that kid to the bath as fast as humanly possible. For now, she’s eating string cheese and chex in her highchair, and the dogs are crated. Wonder how long it’s going to take to get the carpet clean enough for crawling?