A few months ago, we watched our neighbor's great dane, named Georgia. She slept at their house and we walked, fed and loved on her. Well, she got diarrhea. Lots and lots of diarrhea. Fast forward to this morning. Elisabeth and Doug were walking Georgia and Maggie. Doug said that Georgia needed to poop before they got back home.
E: "Why daddy? So she doesn't have diet poop?"
D: "Diet what?"
E: "Diet poop, like she had that one time."
D: ...thinks for awhile... "oh, do you mean diarrhea?"
E: "Yes. Diarrhea. Thats what I mean."
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