poo before dawn

Sorry to discuss po early in the morning, but I've been dealing with it for hours already and it's my blog. Although the smell of it in the night turns my guts for the next twelve hours, i actually feel sorry for the dog. It's clear when you see it that thec propellant dog has tried hard to hold it in. There's a small patch of liquid shit a blurt. The dog is staying to hold it in but can't, hence the blurt. the disgust on the dog's behalf is exaggerated soon after as the dam wall collapses and what is deposited is perhaps the largest poo that dog will ever do.  This too is surrounded by a poo sauce and unfortunately for the cleaner upper, me, some splatter. An overall ghastly seen and horror smell. 

Last night i actually dreamed i was passing on long grass in a forest, i can't recall a stream but it's my dream so there probably was a thinking stream nearby, with trout. I woke from my snooze by a small assaulting my nostrils, i began to sit up smiling wealthy at the beautiful scene before twisting to look behind me. There were three piles of poo, i distinctly recall, different guess of brown through black glistening with freshness. The smell was hot, i broke of the dream and tried to sleep it off. But less that a minute later it occurred that the smell may be real like in real life, right now real life. as i opened the door i saw what looked like a disemboweled South passing spread across the floor. The large puppy hung her head, the older boys couldn't hold my gaze, they all wanted out immediately. Well me Too, but guess who'd be back pronto to scoop  up, wipe and scrub up that mess?