So we're tooling down the road.....the wind in our hair, heads out the window (them not me) enjoying the brisk winter morning. I got a bag of donuts on the seat and an icy cold coke in the cup holder. And I'm thinking to myself....LIFE IS GOOD!
Then all of a sudden I notice that Crumpie is doing this bizarre twitching contortion thing. He is wiggling and shaking and completely spazzing out. I look over with kind mommy concern and say "Hey buddy...whats wrong?"
The second the words leave my mouth it happens..........HIS BUTT EXPLODES! We're talking doggy diarrhea of biblical proportions! And the sound....ugh we're not even gonna talk about the sound. And since there are two dogs on the seat....they of course proceed to scamper through said doodoo and spatter it onto any place that might have escaped the first barrage!
Now I consider myself a dedicated blogger.....but I ain't gonna take pictures of THAT! Besides I was too busy screaming and trying to pull over without killing us all. Good thing I hoard napkins....I piled those things on top of the "puddles" and proceeded to freak out all the way home!
45 minutes of having to scrub ICK from every crevice of my truck, and being forced to toss the coke and the donuts into the trash *SIGH* makes for a not so nice day.
The GOOD news is.....I no longer have to lock my doors....because ain't nobody gonna steal my truck!