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Harley is a little sick – he has an upset stomach – so I knew that I had a problem when I returned from my job to an apartment that smelled like dog-McFlurry.

I let Harley out of his kennel and he was caked in it. Gross.

He shakes himself off and scampers to the kitchen, leaving a trial of shit prints all over the floor! I shout for him to stop so of course he RUNS TO MY BEDROOM AND JUMPS ON MY BED!

Violence ensued. But now I have a fierce pair of bullmastiff gloves and a scarf for winter!

I’m kidding. I only considered killing him.

I tackled this 100lb dog, tied him up in the bathtub, mopped and disinfected the floors, and threw my sheets in the wash.

Then Mr. Shit-prints got a bath:

bathing bullmastiff

2 Comments

  • Dan
    November 14, 2009 at 12:27 am

    see stories like this make me happy i don’t have a pet right now, i need more like this, no more sappy “dog is amazing and cute” stories. k thanks.

    Reply
    • Jansen
      November 14, 2009 at 3:15 pm

      I think I summed it up best last night: “Pets mean you need to have Lysol.”

      Reply

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