I am warning you, if you have a weak stomach.
Don't have kids.
Or just don't want to hear a disgusting story....
I am warning you.
Ask my mom when I called her what I was doing.
As I was trying to tell her what just took place I was dry heaving.
Hard. So hard my stomach muscles are a little sore (well, that could be from still having a bit of a "Bella Pouch").
Is anyone still with me?
Only my sister?
I figured as much.
Today I was suctioning out Bella's nose. (if you think that is the disgusting part, you are wrong and I hope you stop reading ASAP!!).
It was a battle.
A hard one. I am beginning to think I may need some protective gear when suctioning her nose.
After we're done I am calling for the dog.
Nothing. She is nowhere to be seen.
I look around the living room.
No dog. But she did leave a nice pile of crap by the door.
I find the dog behind the couch--she SO knew she was in trouble.
I set Isabella down to grab the dog and put her in her crate.
No sooner do I shut the door to the crate I come back in the living room.
***warning***please do not read if you get grossed out. stop immediately!!!
I see part of the crap has been located in a new pile.
And more of it is missing.
I start crying.
Isabella starts whimpering.
Excuse me while I go and throw up now.