Our Dog is lovely. He has been a faithful & much valued member of the Chaos houshold for almost 13 years.
As he gets older, there have been some changes.
His mobility has decreased due to painful old dog hips. He has trouble going up & down stairs. He can no longer frolic on the beach or go for long walks. He can't exactly squat anymore, so going to the toilet for him is a bit like Dog Lotto, it just randomly plops out.
And he is starting to smell. Bad. Cheesy wet dog bad.
These changes are to be expected - he is pretty old for a dog, & we all still love him. But, his previous happy personality is starting to change. He is starting to get ....Snarky.
When I am attending to the daily mountains of laundry this family produces, I walk out of the laundry door, put the basket down on a table, & scan the lawn for dog poo. If there is poo, I get a bag & pick it up, then put it in the bin. I dont wan't to treading in dog crap while I'm putting laundry on the line, right?
While this is going on, the Dog is asleep, in his bed, in the sun, on the other side of the house.
So I'm putting clothes on the line, maybe stopping to return to the laundry or answer the phone, etc. After a while I notice that I have trodden in dog crap. How did this happen, when the Dog is still apparently asleep & unmoved from the front of the house? I must have missed the poo, when I was looking for it. Inneficient scanning..probably.
Thats what I thought the first few times, but this has now happened more than 6 times; and I have reached the conclusion that the bastard dog is waiting for me to be distracted, then runs sneakily around the house to lay a dog turd right in between the basket of clothes & the clothes line, then high tails it around the house & pretends to be asleep, laughing into his paws the whole time.
The worst part is that no one believes that the bastard dog is doing this on purpose. Mr BC & Cheryl say I'm paranoid, but I'm not. I know a smug canine when I see one.
I'd like to show you a better photo, but Happy Dog was laughing too much to keep his head still. It was a private moment.
