Farley the Wonderdog strikes again. And again. And again.

First of all. I need to make a disclaimer. If you are offended by pictures of poop, then do NOT scroll down. If the look of poop may make you gag, skip this post entry and the idea of having kids. Just go ahead and move on. We'll all wait. Go on. Go ahead. It's okay, we won't judge you.

They gone?

Whew. I've done my job. First of all, let me say that I am in no way making a mockery of the true meaning of Easter. I'm simply acknowledging the mockery that the Easter Bunny brings. So, here we go.

This past week, we went on a whirlwind Griswold family roadtrip. But we couldn't take Farley the Wonderdog. Ricardo and I debated about whether we should ask Julz(HOLLA!) to watch Farley. A kennel for 5 days is a lot for a dog the size of Farley. No matter what, the kennel is too small. So, we opted to ask Julz(HOLLA!) and allow plenty of opportunity to back out. Farley loves Julz(HOLLA!) and her family and would love ruling the house and greeting her everyday. However, Julz(HOLLA!) just had a sweet sweet baby, has two dogs of her own, a pre-schooler and a kindergartener. So, we were hesitant, but hopeful. And lo, she was happy to stand up to the task.

Typically he's easy to watch. Just let him out a couple of times a day, he gets a pill in the morning, fed twice a day. If you wanna turn on some Animal Planet for him, that's fine. Fairly simple stuff. A couple of days before we left, Farley started waking up earlier than usual, needing to go out. I felt bad, but called Julz(HOLLA!) and asked if Sven could stop by and let him out earlier on his way to work. Still, all good.

So, we head out on our trip, and I'll spare you the details, but Farley opted in his old age to uh, express himself with pooh...all over the tv room. For two days. They cleaned up poop for three days straight. AND, I'd also left my giant Easter Eggs out and had the girls' job be to count the eggs and make sure they were all there. Apparently, the hurricane gusts sent the entire family on a literal Easter Egg Hunt. I would have resolved to hire a carpet cleaner and give up on the eggs. However, my sweet sweet friends cleaned the carpet and pooh each time he expressed himself. And they searched high and low for those eggs - finding some in a ditch on a major road.

So, I'm having a kick ass road trip while my pal is at home shlepping three kids around, nursing one of them, running her own household, and Sven's throwing up while cleaning up poop before he goes to work. I'm just hoping she doesn't change her numbers and email address at this point. On day three, she took him to the vet for us. And upon my begging her, just put the remaining eggs in the garage. She was even so thoughtful as to collect Farley poop for the vet to analyze.

Thank goodness, because the vet analyzed the poop, kenneled Farley, and diagnosed Farley with, and get this, "Shit Chaos". Two prescriptions and 2 days later, Farley came home. I cannot thank Sven and Julz(HOLLA!) enough and they can't stop apologizing for the Shit Chaos, and our carpet. Granted, our carpet has never been cleaner, but whatever!

So, yesterday was our first day home. Ricardo escaped to work early. That's odd. And the kids and I ran some errands and then they went outside to play. That's when Lucy comes running inside with, "Max, come out to the backyard! There's a Farley pooh out here that looks just like an Easter Bunny head just in time for Easter!"

I giggled a bit, but never made it outside to see for myself. I figured it was a vague depiction of Easter Bunnyness. When Ricardo got home, I remembered the funny quote that Lucy said, and told him about it. We're always trading back and forth the funny stuff the kids say. If it was a competition, I so won that day. So, the kids get all excited and take him out to see it.

Ricardo comes inside and asks for the camera. Really hunny? Gross. Fine, here it is. He comes back in with the camera and shows me. And I cannot believe it, it's a damn Easter Bunny pooh. Next thing I know, we're emailing it to friends and family, and it took me a while and some convincing, but I relented and posted it on Facebook. All the road trip pictures of my cute kids and the Grand Canyon, and the Farley pooh has broken some record of comments on the photo on Facebook. Everyone is disgusted and yet intrigued.

Tonight just to prove that I did not photo shop this picture, I will take a video - of poop. So, here it is, expressing himself one poop at a time Happy Easter from Farley the Wonderdog.

That's how he rolls.