Our Stupid Dog

So this morning I wake up go downstairs and let Jack Russell out to go Potty. He goes and comes back in. I take a shower. Kate and Griff come down for Breakfast. Kate takes a shower, I hand Griff into her. When he is done I take him upstairs to get dressed and as I come up the stairs I the smell of poop engulfs me. "Is that the lingering smell from Griff last diaper?" I asked myself. But no it is two little presents on the top of the stairs from Jack. Thanks a lot Poochini!

Crapfully yours,
~Hosh~