I couldn't even be mad at him. He couldn't help it and he tried to make it to the door. Plus, I totally feel his pain. It looked like someone took chocolate milk with chunks of brownies and just dumped it on the floor - splatters in all. And the smell, I can't describe the smell. It sure didn't smell like chocolate. After cleaning the mess three different times I think I became immune to it. (And when did I get designated to clean up the poop? Oh wait, I can't handle the throw up so Hubs does that. That's right.)
You'd think I'd be sick of dogs and all their little (and big) messes but not even close. We got a new puppy. His name is Loki Von Maxamus and he is a regular German Shepherd. He is totally adorable and definitely a scrappy little one. Just take a look at this face:
He's doing a little Elvis impersonation.
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