Did you know eggs can be bad?

No, REALLY bad.

I mean... why ELSE would humans have a saying 'that's one bad egg!' unless it was true?

Last week, Pa and I found out that there is a DOWNside to 'natural' eggs... and I found out what a BAD EGG really is. *whine*

See, Dad was sleeping, and Pa got up early, hankering for an omlette. This is especially good, since he made his omlette too big, and decided he would share it with me!! *YAY* (I always eat second, tho. I guess maybe they think it's good for the digestion for me to drool, cause I surely do a lot of drooling, while I wait! whew!)

It was so yummy. All nice and soft and squishy, and not cooked all the way thorugh, so some of it was runny...

...how come YOU see where this is going? I didn't. Pa didn't. Dad WISHES he didn't, cause he was asleep and not there to warn us of the impending doom. *sniffle*

So, later that night, Pa came home, feeling really yucky- he didn't realize how yucky though... he just went to bed early. I didn't really want to go on my walk either. I went to bed early too.

The next morning, Pa woke up to the most gawd-aweful SMELL... I poo'd in my kennel. *hangs head* I felt so yucky. I was SO sorry!! He had to put my blankets in the wash, and take me for a walk again- but I didn't have anything left, I SWORE it! I sowwy, but I was on empty, and feeling tummy-yucky, and... we went back home.

Except Pa was not feeling so hot either, and he had to go to WORK. *uh oh*... He left for the bus.

An hour later, he came back home.

"I BARFED on the Bus Driver!!" he wailed to Dad- "I am never going to be able to get on that bus again!"

Poor Pa... I was knowing how he was feeling, a few minutes later...

He was standing there, and I was standing beside him, just snuggling, and cuddling, and listening... then something inside me went... *gurgle*

All of a sudden, poo was flying out of my backside like flames in one of those jet-planes... AAAAAUGH!

I was so embarassed.

I went back to my house, and I laid down, and I would not look at anyone in the eye. (I was a bad dog. only bad dogs poo on the floor... only bad dogs can't say 'i need to go out now please' before they uhm... you know. poo. a lot. explosively.)

It was a very bad week for Pa and Me... because we both had the same problem- two exits, no waiting, all occupants please leave the body-proper in the most speedy fashion possible. Thankyouverymuch.

*sigh*

Of course, We're MUCH better now. *smile*

That's the great thing about salmonella... you only have it for a few days, and then you're all better.

Lots and lots of immodium helps too. *sheepish grin*

My people still love me tho, and that's what counts.

Just between you and me? I think Dad should have bought stock in the 'nature's miracle' and 'poop off' companies. He'd be making a fortune off me by the time that little episode was over! *grin*

Big Bertha

(feeling all better now!)