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I guess I really don't need to add much here.

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One year at Christmas, I was maybe 10, our dog got into the pan full of turkey drippings, ate everything. We went to my uncle's house and left him in the car. When we came out all of the grease in the pan had created quite a launch tube to clear his bowels. There was [expletive] on the ceiling, that's how bad it got. Well my dad cleaned it up as best as he could at the time, in the dark, probably drunk. My uncle came out with a big ass bottle of perfume to address the odor. The ol' Datsun 610 smelled like a strippers [expletive] storm for 6 months.

This story has nothing to do with dog vomit.

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We are watching my mom's dog for the rest of the month while she hangs out with my sister in France. I'm beginning to think she misled me about how well house trained this dog is.

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yet its unbelievably awesome.

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Kind of sounds like one of your stories only instead of you, it's a dog.

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Worse is diarrhea. Came home one day to a weird smell in the garage, and when I came in to the house it about made me vomit. When I made it to the first place in the basement she literally had exploded all over. That was bad enough, but I decided to try to wash it. Big mistake. The smell was 1000x worse when water hit it. Then I went upstairs, and she literally went from room to room.

We have hardwood flooring in the entire house thanks to that incident. Every bit of carpeting we owned was ruined.

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"Boy, that was exciting. I always say it ain't over til it's over, but that one should've been over a while ago." ~ Yogi Berra