My Dog Shit on Me...

Last night, I got home late after having dinner with an old friend. I folded and hung clothes, put the dishes away, and took the trash out to the road. It was 10pm, and I was ready for bed. I put Boudreaux and Pierre in the bed with me, as I usually do. Everything seemed fine. Suddenly, Boudreaux jumps up on my chest and is standing there licking me. This is unusual for him. Usually, Pierre will lick me incessantly just because he has that freaky fetish. Boudreaux licks you to say "hello Daddy... glad you are home!" But not at 10pm at night while we are in bed! I turned over so he would jump off of me. He was still standing up... he started licking my ear. I was like, "what's up with you Boudreaux... let Daddy sleep!" I get back on my back and here Boudreaux comes... standing on me again licking me some more. I pushed him off of me and muttered under my breath.

The next thing I knew, I heard this HORRIFIC biological disaster on my white goose down comforter. OH NO!!!! Boudreaux! Say it aint so!!!! Yes. It was so. On my pearly white fluffy comforter was a biological disaster. It was the remnants of the remains of a wonderful steak I had given Boudreaux the night before at a company picnic. I jumped up and quickly put my two dogs back outside. I wasn't taking anymore chances! Pierre can outeat Boudreaux anyday. If Boudreaux had a disaster, then Pierre certainly could too! I then filled my washing machine up with the goose down soiled comforter and prayed that the machine would wash something so enormous. Thank God it did! Dog poo on a bed you are sleeping in... ewwww..... not cool!