TODAY WAY NOT MY DAY!!!!
Anyway, sometimes I hate my fucking dog. I came home from a pretty much shitty day and I had dinner and I wanted to relax. After relaxing for a few minutes I decided to go take a shower since I would likely end up in bed soon and don’t like stale cigar pillow from not showering.
So I head into the shower, fire it up and climb in with my back to the shower head. I start washing my body and notice a strange foul odor. I turn around and look down and their is a BIG STEAMING PILE OF DOG SHIT. I about vomited. It was one of the worst smells I have ever experienced. It was not a couple logs either, nope — it was runny and nasty, good ole diarrhea.
I choked and cringed and convulsed while trying to wash it down the drain. Had I seen it before I got it soaking wet, I’d have attempted to clean it with a paper towel. Now their was no going back, I had to hold my breath and try and wash it down the drain while retching and dry heaving. I was so fucking pissed and disgusted. What kind of foul beast takes a shit in a mans shower, a place where he physically cleanses himself after a hard days work?
If I had seen him at that moment, I’d have kicked him. Fucking dog.
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Greg says:
Better than in your bed!
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GKitty says:
My dog does the same thing on occasion, but only when he’s experience the same kind of grossness you described. I don’t understand it, but I’m kinda grateful. The tub is way easier to clean than the carpet.
On the other hand, I’ve never climbed in without noticing it. That sucks.
Well you know, dogs do learn from their owners. Did you by chance take a dump in his shower? You know, did you pry open his jaw and drop a deuce right in his mouth? Cuz if so then you’ve got only yourself to blame!