The Good Morning and Horrible Nightmare
GOOD morning!
Sundays in our home mean: church! And it's our favorite.
And since our cousins were here, we got the opportunity to take them with us!
It made us this happy.
***Graphic image below of dog poop. BEWARE***
After being hit by a car (*see Day 4,292 for an updated post I forgot to mention), Fellar's leg continued to bother him. So, I gave him another dose of his medicine. Around 3AM, Amelia came into our bedroom complaining of a poop smell in her room. Adam and I leapt out of bed and checked her room, only to find no poop. But we could smell an awful smell. And then, we rounded the corner, and there it was! I've never seen anything like it. It might have been the worst smell of my life too--or at least a close second. And in true Bearett fashion, he slept like a rock through the whole ordeal and never once woke up until we pulled him out of bed and put him in the shower. An hour and a half later, we returned to bed, totally grossed out and with bleach-singed nostril hairs. Aye.
After being hit by a car (*see Day 4,292 for an updated post I forgot to mention), Fellar's leg continued to bother him. So, I gave him another dose of his medicine. Around 3AM, Amelia came into our bedroom complaining of a poop smell in her room. Adam and I leapt out of bed and checked her room, only to find no poop. But we could smell an awful smell. And then, we rounded the corner, and there it was! I've never seen anything like it. It might have been the worst smell of my life too--or at least a close second. And in true Bearett fashion, he slept like a rock through the whole ordeal and never once woke up until we pulled him out of bed and put him in the shower. An hour and a half later, we returned to bed, totally grossed out and with bleach-singed nostril hairs. Aye.
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