My Morning.

This morning I took Buster for a "good outside time" per the instructions of my own personal dog whisperer (David). He was enjoying the outdoors so much that I thought I was doing a little whispering of my own by leaving Buster outside on his leash.

I went inside to shower and dress, and then I headed back out to fetch the dog I had so successfully cared for. The little punk was sitting in the middle of the mud he had been rolling in. Infuriated, I brought him inside only to discover that he was not rolling in mud. Oh no, he was rolling in POOP.

You can come to your own conclusions about what happened next. But here's a clue: it involved a shower for Buster, another shower for me, and a lot of tears/yelling. My favorite dog whisperer helped calm me down and even went home on his lunch break to re-bathe Buster.

Moral of the story: 7-8 year-old Beagle mix available for adoption