poo syringe

No, that's not a typo.

A few nights ago at approximately 11pm Jay and I were discussing whether or not photographic evidence should be obtained of my activities. You may rest assured, we decided against it. You see, I was on my hands and knees on the patio in the back garden, in the dark, sucking liquid poo into a tiny syringe to transfer it into a sample bottle. It took about 50 attempts to get a couple of centimetres of fluid.

Nice.

It all started a while ago when Maija picked up a bug that gave her the squits (not to put too fine a point on it). That was no great surprise, frankly, because she does eat absolutely every disgusting thing she finds out on her walks. Ev-er-y-thing. So we did the standard first aid for any digestive upset: 24 hours of starvation. After 24 hours she was still in a bad way so she had a trip to see Jane the vet and acquired a course of anti-inflammatories. Problem solved.

For about 10 days.

Another 24 hours of going hungry followed by another necessary trip to see Jane. Another course of tablets. This time, though, Jane thought she should test to see what exactly was going on in the little one's gut, hence the necessity for obtaining a sample. I wasn't counting on liquid. Obviously.

Ah, the glamour of dog ownership.