We had to come back to the little house last night because Marty and Lyle have to work, and I have school. (When do I not have school...)
We had to stop twice and my butt exploded both times. Don't tell the crazies, but I'm starting to think the mystery poop might be coming from me.
Today we went to see Dr. Richards and Marty went over the whole saga about mystery poop. It turns out Marty and Lyle are not taking good care of me at all. I am now on FOUR kinds of medicine.
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