Justine an I had a funny conversation the other day about the dog. You see, it seems as if Queenie has bowel issues when Justine is away and I am the lucky person dealing with them.
Let me preface the dialog by explaning that we must clean up after the dog in apartment complex we live in. I do this by wrapping a plastic bag around my hand and picking up the poo. I then turn the bag inside out, hopefully never touching said poo. However, it was a little more difficult recently.
The conversation went something like this:
Dave - Hey honey, when I walked Queenie last night she had some potty issues.
Justine – Oh, sorry honey. Was it bad?
Dave - It was like trying to pick up pudding while wearing mittens.
Justine – (Laughs) Oh yuck.
Dave – See I knew this would be funny shortly after I stopped gagging and scrubbing my hands clean.
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