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Yesterday, my dog (Penny) was really sick. She had hardcore diarrhea in the house. Naturally, I was the only one home at the time, as is often the case when unfortunate things happen to our house. I picked up the bulk of the poop with a dustpan and some paper towels. Deciding that washing the dustpan off in the garage would be the smartest thing to do, I went to the garage sink. I turned on the water. Apparently, the nozzle was on a setting where it squirted out very thin, incredibly powerful jet of water. When it hit the crap covered dustpan, the poop went flying everywhere. Where do you think most of it flew? On me of course. Most of it was on my left arm... and my face. I screamed and ran straight to the shower, gagging, stripping off my clothes as I went (I was alone).

Once I was cleaned up, I finished disinfecting the area where Penny was sick.

I couldn't resist writing another journal entry because of this. It was, in one word, horrifying.