Thursday morning. Just played a show at the Rickshaw Stop so I went to bed three hours ago. Woke up about fifteen minutes shy of three to Nigel panting and having the shakes. I thought, "odd..I've heard of puppy dreams, where the dog all the sudden has a small body jolt, but what's with the panting and the really extended shivering?" I take him out onto the balcony and nothing. I take him into the kitchen so I could take a better look.
Such a better "look" was unnecessary. He diarrhea-ed on the hardwood floor in the hallway. Hmmm...He hasn't had any treats since his last butt-explosion but I did start feeding him his instructed diet of kibble mixed with some wet food once he got better...HMMMM (point towards my direction to indicate I'm a genius for my ability to put two and two together).
I have the little bugger for a couple more days. During this time he will eat only plain rice and boiled chicken. Not only will my sister and B-rad come back to a healthy dog but a dog with absolutely no more diarrhea in his will. And thank god he never pooped on the rugs - that would've been really shitty.
On a side note, the Rickshaw was good. The sound guy, Waldo, was great. Not only was he really nice (a rare breed, kinda like nice IT people) but he knew his busin-ass. Too bad I have crappy equipment (minus Scott's amp) that made me crackle during the first song and also not let me be able to hear myself. If I take the day off tomorrow I'll dedicate a portion of it to learning more about amplifying stringed instruments. Oh hell, I'd be doing this at work anyway so who am I to announce my work-NON-ethical plans for personal productivity? I don't think that last sentence made sense...screw it, Cho tired.
