So the trip to the vet went well. We're not so sure about the actual veterinarian - he wasn't a very cozy person to be around - but he gave us a slew of medicine that should combat every known cause of Sydney's diarrhea.

The worst part of it was this anti-diarrhea gel that they fed into her mouth with a big plastic injector. Most dogs hate the stuff, and Sydney was just like most dogs. She was shaking her head back and forth, and with the medicine foaming from her mouth, little bits of chunky mint-scented foam were being flung across the room. She still smells like mint, and she's not letting us forget how hard we laughed at the vet's office - after two 'accidents' and a teaspoon of 'get-the-hell-away-from-me', it doesn't take too much experience to figure out she's pissed off. Literally.