explosive diarrhea

Belinda and I came home to a little surprise this evening.

As we were ascending our stairs (we live in a three story walk-up) we noticed a rather foul smell, reminiscent of the smell of raw sewage.

It seems that Trixie, the most fantastic dog on the planet, had an accident in the bathroom rug. Umberto, our dog walker must have stumbled (not literally) on it, and cleaned up 99% of it. God I love Umberto, talk about going above and beyond.

Please understand how unusual this is for Trixie. Since she adopted me from the shelter four years ago, she has gone in the house exactly one other time. And it was only because she was sick. Back in the days when I was irresponsible and I would go out drinking after work, she has held it for 12, 14, even 18 hours, the poor thing. I bet she could go longer too. This dog defines mind over bladder. In hindsight, it seems that treating her to that little can of tuna last night was probably a bad idea.

So, Belinda and I took Trixie outside in case she had a little extra bubbling up (she did). Then we walked to the supermarket to buy some carpet cleaner to get out the 1% left by Umberto.

Belinda and Trixie wait outside while I go in to get the necessities. While I'm in there, I think, "hmm, maybe I should get some air freshener, since the house smells so bad." Mentally patting myself on the back for being so fucking smart. I know Belinda is allergic to like every single chemical known to man. So I choose the all natural citrus freshener. No chemicals, perfect.

Naturally, Belinda is less than impressed, "I told you twice (!) never to buy that shit, I hate how it smells."