Update: after a full day of pondering what happened yesterday morning i have softened my heart and actually feel bad for mac. it's not REALLY his fault that he got sick and being that he was in his kennel he had no where to run when the urge hit him! he absolutely never barks, i can't even count on one hand the number of times i have heard his voice at all. he obeys extremely well....so, since i have him and am keeping him, i am thankful that he is a good dog after all! :) but yesterday morning...whew....mommy was not a happy camper! not a happy morning....i awoke to a smell...NO, it was a stench....
my lovely dog threw up and pooped all over his kennnel, himself, my laundry room walls, my washer, and anything else in his vicinity last night while i was peacefully sleeping. i spent two hours this morning in poop, vomit, lysol, mr clean, clorox wipes, mopping, scrubbing, moving my washer, moving it back, moving my washer, moving it back...did i mention all while holding my breath?
someone remind me WHY IN THE WORLD i thought it was a good idea to get this lovely creature? oh yes, the boys love him....me??? NOT SO MUCH!
