Brown Hound Dog

The unsettling phenomenon of having a 'firmish' turd just barely emerge from your ass which, despite furtive foreshadowing, occurs both gradually and rapidly (simultaneously) at precisely the most inopportune point in time. Once the 'brown hound dog' pokes his head out you are thrust into the most tenuous situation of attempting to coax him back in the dog house (without your eyeballs popping out) a whilst continuing to make a presentation, speaking with a superior colleague in the middle of the lunch line, or trying to maintain that casual conversation with the woman in the Marketing department while on an elevator stopping at every floor.