Parenting Fail.

George has an ear infection.

We figured that out Friday morning and visited the vet that afternoon. He'd been giving us hints for about two weeks. First he peed on the floor two days in a row, but we couldn't be sure it was him. Then he hasn't wanted to eat for the last week or so but it was stinki'n hot outside and no one wanted to eat so I didn't think that was a big deal. Then the big show, Thursday he decided to eat the carpet. Not a lot of carpet but the same piece of carpet he ate about a year and a half ago. (It has since been replaced once and now will need to be replaced yet again.) After eating the carpet he proceeded to vomit. Twelve. Times. All over the couch, floor, kitchen, basement, washroom, etc, etc, etc.

Norm steam cleaned the couch and carpet but the smell of vomit is still lingering. That's another story.

In the chaos of the carpet eating and subsequent vomit-fest, we noticed that the phone book, which was delivered earlier that week, was suspiciously missing it's plastic bag cover. I looked around for the bag, but found no evidence that it ever existed. I can't really count on my memory these days or Norm's memory ever, so we really weren't positive there ever was a bag. Well we are now! Last night - Saturday - George started pooping out pieces of plastic bag. Great. Now we're on poop watch. The problem is it can get dangerous if the plastic wraps around his intestines or blocks his innards. We're hoping it passes, but how will we know if it all comes out? I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we can avoid an expensive vet visit complete with xray and a possible surgery to remove the bag. Sigh...

All of this because of one little ear infection. That's what you call a parenting FAIL.