This morning I took Taz out at 4 am for his morning walk and he dutifully did his business. Since he did such a good job I let him run around the living room playing while I sat down at the computer in the den to check our email.
My coffee got cold so I started to the kitchen for a warm up, but I stopped when I got to the living room. It was a disaster! The entry rugs were pulled into the room, wadded up into a tangled pile with dog toys, slippers, socks and anything else Taz could find. He sat there looking up at me as if to say, “Look at what I made!”
I shook my head, half-heartedly scolded him and straightened things back up. At least he didn’t poop on the floor, I said to myself. I got my coffee and decided to put my shoes on. They were sitting between the two easy chairs where Carol and I watch evening TV. I sat down, put my left shoe on, tied it and shoved my foot into my right shoe… right onto a lump that squished under my foot!
“TAZ! You little rat! You crapped in my shoe!” I yelled as I hopped around trying to get my shoe off without falling down and breaking the coffee table or a hip or something. I made it to the kitchen, got my shoe off and dumped it out into the trash. A smashed purple grape fell out. Carol had dropped one of her late night snacks.
I finally found the puppy hiding in the den where I picked him up, petted him and apologized. He licked my face so I guess in puppy talk that means “apology accepted.”
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