Last week, going into the weekend, our dogs had "bad bellies".
We are talking farts that would be classed as WMDs by the UN.
We are talking walkies at 3am so that the poor little things can spray "Poop Corner" with "chicken korma".
The whole house stank for days.
By Friday evening Mrs RC was at the end of her tether and booked both of our babies into the vets for a checkup.
They got better more or less over night.
It was like those times as young parents that we called out the doctor because a baby was ill, listless, had a raging temperature and rash, but by the time the doctor arrived they were back to normal and playing in the middle of a pile of toys.
Once an over-anxious parent, always an over-anxious parent I guess, even if it is now dogs that we are obsessing about.
Luckily it rained a fair bit so "Poop Corner" is now looking and smelling a lot better - no matter how hard you try, you just can't clear that sort of thing up, can you?
Don't ask for photos, there aren't any, OK?