Monday, March 28, 2011


Bam.  It was bound to happen.  I mean, you can't have a dog an expect perfection, right?  As perfect as I think I am, accidents happen, and tonight, one did.

<Insert photo of waste here>

Well, the censor has blocked my photo, but it wasn't pretty.  Apparently, I was so enthusiastic about playing downstairs, chomping on a Nylabone, that a clear and present danger came upon me without warning, without notice.  Bam.

What can I say, I'm sorry.  There.  I apologize.  &*it happens.

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