I’m sitting here, minding my own ding dang business, when I here something like balls dropping on my wood floor. I look around to see where it’s coming from, and notice one of my dogs near the back door walking in a circle. “Hmmm, that’s pecul…”
HE’S TURDING ON MY FLOOR! HE’S TURDING ON MY FLOOOOOOOR!
The dog had to go so bad, he couldn’t even wait for me to look up and notice him at the door to let him out!
But don’t tell HBL. More than likely, he’ll hold me to my word, and I’m sure I’ll be singing another song when that dreadful day comes.