Last I posted, Pikachu was awesome and house trained.
Yesterday he was being really bitchy and bit me. I told him I wouldn't stand for it, and put him in mom's room, thinking that was the end of it. Because of that, mom fed him instead of me.
Around 2 am I wake up to a horrid stench. I go to mom's room, she's passed out cold, and there is a massive plate of mixed dry/wet dog food, and also a massive pile of poo.
Pikachu is sad and miserable at this point. So I picked him up, cleaned him up, and woke mom to deal with the mess. Then I leash him up and we head out into the night (the smell was making me dry heave)
The poor little dude keeps trying to poop, but is instead just spraying out nasty gas while looking confused and miserable. Several people ask me for a lighter. I am wearing pajamas.
Mom had taken over feeding because she didn't like how I just open the wet food and dump it on the plate like a jello mold. I do not do this because I am lazy, I do it because it is routine and seems to prevent shitpocalypses.
Tonight he took a normal walk and was much nicer. I figure the bite was because he thought I was the cause of his horrible gas.
So that's what I've been up to.