Mercury in Retrograde

[Drunk Monk]

An old friend and client came by with her tiny dog. She and Stacy planned to take the dogs out for a walk, then she would get a massage from Stacy and I’d watch the dogs. I was working, like I do. When I finish for the day, I realize they’re late and I get worried. I check my phone and Stacy called but I missed it (She only calls if it’s urgent). I call back but get her answering message. 

Worried, I check outside and a bit later they just pulled up. Our friend is in her underwear wrapping a blanket around her. Stacy brings Yuki around to the back door As we do when he’s been in mud. He’s not too muddy but we don’t want him tracking anything across our newish carpet.

The hike went well but the tiny dog ate something unidentified on the trail. It triggered explosive diarrhea all over Stacy’s new car which she has been assiduously keeping clean (even with Yuki) and our friend’s pants. Stacy was astounded that such a tiny dog could excrete that much. 

The massage was postponed and our friend went home with her tiny dog. Stacy, although unsoiled, took a long shower. I took Yuki for a walk because he hadn’t pooped all day (he gets retentive when it rains sometimes and that was the topic of conversation before the great tiny dog crapsplosion). After literally dragging Yuki to one of his fav spots (we call it the pooping yard) he had a healthy proper movement and all is well. 

First thing tomorrow morning Stacy gets her car cleaned.

I shall never doubt Merc again. Beware!