Oh dear dark gods, what has my big dog eaten? He was spraying concentrated evil out both ends, and more than should be possible. It implies to me that he continued eating "it" long after it was no longer appetizing to him. The stench was absolutely crippling. I had to smear my nose with Vapo-rub and don a heavy-duty painter's mask to even approach the foulness. But clean it I did, 3 goddamned times. Thank goodness for rubber gloves

The vet put him on antibiotics, big as a horse pill. He's acting fine and hasn't had a in-house emission for the last two days, so hopefully he's past the worst of it.

Funny thing is that, when I went downstairs to clean the catbox, it smelled like freakin roses compared to what was lingering upstairs.