Now not only is there explosive diarrhea, but explosive vomit. Mulder seems to have nerves like me. We're ok for a bit, but then we have a convulsive fit. Denial, denial, denial, then ohcrapthissucksIwanttocrawlintoaholepleaseleavemethefuckalone.
It's my own fault. I let Dexter out too soon. Everything says to re-confine, but that would suck a lot. We're home all this weekend, so hopefully some snugs and new treats and more snugs will help.
On the plus, Dexter could care less.