Buster has a nasty case of diarrhea. With the worms, he's never been completely normal on that end. So when I saw "pudding" Wednesday it raised some red flags but did mean must see the vet right this minute. Yesterday he seemed to be firming up a little, still "pudding" though. Activity level was "off" but he ate and drank normally. His energy rebounded towards bedtime, when he decided he really wanted to play. I was in the middle of picking up stuff the girls left out, so turned my back to him while putting the UNO cards away. Brat boy nipped me in the butt and then raced around the house. Not the best response, but I couldnt help laughing at his antics. 5am this morning my husband woke me up "Buster had an accident". This concerned me, he hasnt had an accident over night since the 3rd night he was home...today is 7 weeks since he came home. Since Rob was getting ready for work, I was the lucky one that "got" to clean up the mess (my puppy, my responsibility). As soon as I was done there, we headed outside (normally walk him early on the days Rob is up early anyway). Instead of his normal pee stop as soon as we hit the grass, Buster drug me to the back of the yard (his potty area) and let loose with projectile liquid yuck (Of course thats what the vet wants a sample of...). At that moment we went from "watch the pup" to "get the pup to the vet NOW". As soon as my clock said 730, I was on the phone. Prayers/thoughts its nothing serious would be very much appriciated.