The wife woke up this morning to doggy diarrhoea all over the living room floor and I woke up to much cursing! He is now sitting feeling sorry for himself, all curled up an a ball with his nose tucked under his tail. Should have known something was wrong when he didn't want his beer last night. Whenever you sit down with a bottle of beer he comes and asks for some, he can even tell the difference between Stella and the cheap stuff. But last night he didn't even bother when it was offered to him. Unless it's all just a ploy to get me down on the floor making a fuss of him.
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