Yer shittin' me....

When I got home from work I was greeted at the down-stair's door by my son who has been home sick with a bad cold for the last three days.

He blurted out that the dog had taken a crap, partly on his backpack, the bulk of the load was on the floor.  I said something to the effect of, "Why didn't you take him out, surely he must have been telling you?"

 He explained yes, Jack had told him and in fact he did take him out, only for him to pee.  Then I guess ten minutes later the dog was crying and going up and down the stairs but it didn't occur to him that was the problem.  He had just been out.

My son said he had been on-line to find out the best way to pick-up the mess.  The only reason I can think he would be doing this was I had given him codeine-laced cough syrup around noon-time and common sense had escaped and delusion set in. I can see him googling "how do you pick up dog shit without touching it or being in the same room". I'm sure he was also wishing the turds to levitate themselves out of the room.

Anyway that was irritating.  Jack can usually hold it until his afternoon walk.  I guess the difference was he ate two summer squash he stole off the kitchen table.  You know the foot-long yellow zuchinis. Just a few seeds were the only clues.  Told you he was the hungriest dog in America, I may have said best, but I meant hungriest.

Other than that the Sgt., that is relatively new at work, the one I butt heads with, became the head-cheese today.  As in the editor.  No shit. We'll see how this goes.
Hope there's no turds on your floor and all goes well in your life......Carol