Odor...

Weston and I are dog-sitting for our nephew dog Koda. It normally isn't a big deal considering Tahoe then has a friend to play with all day, but it becomes a problem when it is a downpour of rain outside and we have to bring both dogs inside. Koda is officially an outside dog and hasn't been trained on what to do when inside. Tahoe is both and outside and inside dog and we figured he would give Koda a few pointers. Needless to say, this is how we started off our night...

Yeppers!

That was Koda greeting us downstairs while we were catching up on Glee (which was so hysterical). I smelled something funny and looked over my shoulder and saw it...

Just piled high sitting there!

Soaking into our carpet!

Smelling our basement!

I quickly said "Not it" and ran to grab a bag for Weston to pick it up along with my camera. I new what was going to happen if I made Weston pick it up and wanted to take a pic of it because I laugh so hard everytime! Well, the funny thing is, Weston dry heaves ALOT when it comes to doggy matter.

Touching poop,

Thinking about touching poop, and

Smelling poop

all make him vomit. I almost had to use Resolve on our carpet from Weston's lack of stomach control! Eventually after countless attempts to pick it up, he quit! Red faced and sick to his stomach making these awful puking sounds, he left the bag and yelled "I touched it! I touched it! I can't do it! I just can't! You pick it up!"

Naturally, I just laughed...