The culprit ?
Well, okay not the bed, and maybe it was vomit, not shit but just as bad. And it was in his crate, the bathroom, down the stairs, in the kitchen. Everywhere, projectile vomit, Linda Blair Style. So we rushed Riley to the Emergency Vet. Who kept him for a couple of days. When he was a pup he ate a towel, and got sick like this. When I was cleaning up I found a fully intact hair scrunchy. I think that was our ticket, the cause of the blockage that made my poor pup puke all over my house. So $800 dollars later, Riley came home to a happy family, and a clean damn house. BTW thank god for our little Bissell (official sponsors of the discovery cycling team) carpet cleaner, life saver...
