On Tuesday morning I got out of bed, put on my slippers (thank god!) and headed out to the kitchen to turn the coffee on. At my bedroonm doorway, I stepped into something soft, squishy and smelly. My dog had left me a gift. After depositing it, he then went to sleep downstairs since the smell apparently bothered him. I haven’t written about this till today because it has taken this long for my eyeballs to not bleed every time I think about it.
Oh yeah…Happy anniversary, Sandra and Harris. May no dogs ever poop in your bedroom doorway.