Shitsmear

What a long evening. First Kristin and I went to Brianna’s housewarming party, then to Halver’s birthday party at his home, and then to Kristin’s birthday party at Lyle’s Liquor Lounge. After Lyle’s, Kirk and I went to the Gay 90’s and ended the night at the Saloon. I came home, walked the dogs, and went to bed.

Then at 4:30 a.m. I hear some scampering around my bed. Night time scampering from dogs is always bad. ALWAYS.

I look around and see Harley sliding off to the kennel. I flip the light on and see the problem – the floor is covered in shit! Not just any shit, but nice, juicy, egg-yolk-like-diarrhea. Everywhere. Scat was on three sides of the bed,  on the jeans that I left on the floor, on my shoes…everywhere.

I spend the next 30 minutes disinfecting my bedroom while muttering dark threats. I am almost done when I hear a toot from the kennel and scream “DON’T YOU DARE!”

It was a rough night to say the least. At least he didn’t sculpt the alps this time?