Yesterday, we were playing catch with our kids in our development's common grassy area. It was great to have some old-fashioned outside time, though it was admittedly hard to ignore the oppressive heat of the Florida sun. Anyway, here we were, running for a long pass from one of our football stars-to-be, when we suddenly felt the ground get squishy beneath our feet. Holy sh..achem, oh cra...uh...oh, pooh! Literally. You guessed it, our big feet had landed in a pile of doggy doo. Do you have any idea what it's like getting that stuff off the bottom of sneakers with ridges? Ugh...we shudder just thinking about it.
Imagine getting up in the morning to take your loving dog for a morning walk and finding your dog throwing up, having violent attacks of diarrhea, not eating, and literally wasting away right before your very eyes.
"But how could this be? ", you may ask. "Last night my sweet loving dog was doing fine and now… is my dog poisoned, what could possibly be wrong? Oh my, this throwing up is out of control, the diarrhea won't stop!"
