When we thought about getting a puppy, I thought about what a great companion she would be. I thought about the memories my kids would have of her their entire lives. I thought about tricks she would learn, walks we would take, cute things she would do. Of course I thought about having to pick up poop in baggies, deal with occasional items deconstructed with her teeth, possible barking issues, I was ready for the good AND the bad.

But it never occured to me that my sweet little doggie might ever get diarrhea. And that said diarrhea would cause me to get up every two hours during the night, to run her outside so she can risk waking the neighbors with large amounts of noise from an area I like to pretend doesn’t exist. That she would embarrass me by pooping oozing in front of everyone at puppy class and sneeze a couple times, causing the instructor to warn me about possible deadly diseases she might be suffering from. That I would drop everything and take her to the vet as soon as they would see her, bringing two unruly kids along to make everything so much more exciting. That the vet would check her over and tell me she looks fine, keep an eye on her, and bring her back if she gets worse.

That the valuable advice from the vet would cost me $158, advice which, had it been one of my children, I wouldn’t have bothered to get because I know everyone gets it sometimes, you just wait it out until you get better or REALLY sick. But being a new dog mom, I’m starting all over on the whole learning what’s a big deal and what’s not spectrum. That learning curve stunk the first time around, but this time is a heckuva lot more expensive.

*edited to add*

Sorry for my previous misspelling of diarrhea. And sorry for spelling diarrhea at all.

You didn’t come here to read about dog crap. And here, I happened to dedicate an entire post to it. My apologies. But I can’t promise it won’t happen again.

Stay tuned for tomorrow, where I might tell my story that involves both vomit AND diarrhea. Wouldn’t that be fun? Maybe not… tell me…keep it to myself no matter how funny it is? Or make this week the all-time low point of this blog by telling the story? The future of this blog is in YOUR hands.