FOOOOMP!!!

I debated about sharing this, but most of the people who read this blog are here for the dog stories, and this Murphy story is gross but funny.  (Maybe it's a "You had to be there," funny, but I'll let you be the judge.) As so many Murphy stories do, it involves poop.  If funny poop stories aren't for you, click away.  Read on if you are as warped as I am.

As I've mentioned many times, Murphy has a condition called intestinal lymphangiectasia.   He's on a special diet, and (knocking wood) in general he's been doing very well lately.  Purely by chance I tried him on a prescription food from Science Diet, instead of the Royal Canin he was prescribed initially, and he's done much better since switching brands.  We still have issues now and then, particularly if he manages to sneak some high-fat cat food, and unfortunately excitement like his favorite little girls visiting triggered a flare up a couple of weeks ago, but he got back to normal in a couple of days. He's really doing much better, and is actually gas-free and pooping normally most of the time lately.   (Knocks wood again.)

Which is why this morning's event was so unexpected and comical.  I was sitting on the couch with my morning coffee, the dogs had shared their low-fat morning treats, and Murphy walked to the kitchen, I think for a drink of water.  As he was walking back into the living room, I heard a sound - have you ever stood nearby when someone shot off a really large firework, and it makes that FOOOMP!! sound as it takes off?  It sounded just like that.

I looked over in the direction of the noise, and saw Murphy, walking away.  Behind him on the floor was a St. Bernard-sized turd.  Not diarrhea, thank God, it was solid and easy to clean up, but so ginormous I just stood there staring at it, dumbfounded.   Seriously, it must have filled his entire body from chest cavity to sphincter.  It was just...ridiculous.  But thankfully, not liquid.

Murphy kept walking, trying to distance himself from the scene of the crime.  He's a very, very clean dog by nature and hates it when this happens.

 I called after him, "I think you dropped something!" and got the paper towels and Nature's Miracle.

I realized that the FOOOMP! I'd heard was the gas in his little intestinal system shooting that turd rocket out of his tiny butt.  Of all the weird things I've dealt with since his diagnosis 3 years ago (almost to the day) this morning was a first.  It was the Ultimate Shart.

Okay, *I* thought it was funny.  I might be alone in that, but if you love a lymphie dog, a sense of humor about poop is a must.