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.