Sunday Funnies

Sunday is my day to sleep in while Frank takes care of the poopies. When he gets up through-out the week, he always makes the bed. Today, I left the bed folded down because I was going to change the sheets today. I did put the pillows away because Woody likes to rub around on them and I figured he would do the same on the sheets, but I was going to change them anyway.

As I left the bedroom, the poopies greeted me and I smelled something suspicious. Looked around. No poop. Reading the paper and drinking my coffee. Woody seems unusually perky and starts bugging me for his walk. Shane is relaxed and laying at my feet. Complete reversal. Woody gets more and more agitated as time passes, and finally Shane joins the party. All right. We will go for our walk. It's way past normal time anyway.

Frank goes into the bedroom first while I put the breakfast dishes by the sink. I hear a loud cry and rush into the bedroom to find Frank pointing at a huge poop smear on the exposed bottom sheet. Only Woody does this kind of thing. We strip the bed and I take the sheets into the laundry room while Frank changes his clothes. As Woody comes out of the closet, where he had followed Frank, I again smell something suspicious. I grab Woody and look at his butt. There embedded in his fur is a turd. WOODY!!!!
I took him into the laundry room and cut all the dried poop out of his butt hair. Lovely way to begin the day.