Sunday, April 11, 2010
Sometimes our dog shits in the house. There is newspaper set out for just such occasions. We try to discourage shitting in the house, but it’s better on the newspaper than on the carpet. One evening we were both sitting on the couch, watching TV. At one point Chalupa assumed the shitting posture, and began to slowly work out a turd nowhere near the newspaper. My wife saw this happening, and immediately began to reprimand the dog, while getting up off the couch. She was going to rush her outside to finish shitting outside. That’s how they learn. Unfortunately my wife’s reflexes are not very quick. Chalupa is much quicker, and thought my wife was calling her. She started running toward her, in mid-shit. My wife screamed in mortal terror as our dog ran across the floor to her, a turd wagging from her ass like a second tail. My wife was instantly paralyzed on the couch, shrieking in fear and disgust. Right as Chalupa leaned back on her hind legs to jump up onto her, the turd fell onto the carpet. I laughed hard at the two of them as I got a tissue and got up to remove the offending item. They’re perfect for each other.