

Gus leads a rough life, doesn't he? I took him to the vet this morning to get his final vaccination. He weighs 33 pounds, which is double what he weighed 2 months ago when we got him. He puked in my van on the drive home. Lovely.

I was cooking dinner when Kat came up the stairs and said,"Mommy, Elliott took his diaper off!". I grabbed my camera and this is what I found. How funny.

When I went to pick up the diaper, I saw poop! Not funny. I cleaned up the poop that had fallen out of the diaper. Really not funny.

Poor Gus. During the whole diaper mess, I forgot that I had let him outside. He was outside in the rain/mud for at least 10 minutes. I took him straight to the bathtub. Then I also got to clean out the tub as a fun (not) bonus.
After the pooping incident, dog's bath, and cleaning out the tub, it was time to finish cooking dinner...

I would like to say I had a nice peaceful time while I was trying to prepare dinner. Instead, Elliott was right under foot crying/begging for food, which is what Elliott usually does when I am cooking. Talk about a true "witching hour."
Just so you don't get the wrong impression of our life, I wanted to keep it real for you!
