Last night, on duty for the 2AM trip outside, I found the widdle boy had launched diarrhea in and out of his crate and after doing the potty encouragement visit outside (a beautiful night, btw), I then proceeded to clean it all up. Walking through the house in the dark I managed to accidentally kick a wall with the foot on which my big toe was effectively sewn back on a few years back. It still acts up. Yowtch!
But then you get a hug and all is good.
Here he is in the crate, dreaming of rabbit turds.
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