Poopface

Preface:  Do you remember your parents lovingly telling you, "I can't wait for YOU to have kids, then you'll have to deal with this sh*t!" ??

When Stanley was a puppy, (and I was living my ignorantly blissful life in an apartment with NO BOYS), he pooped everywhere, as puppies do.  I remember telling him loudly, "I can't wait for YOU to have kids, then you'll have to deal with all of this doodie!"  (I'm almost positive that I used the word "doodie.") And then I realized, sadly, that that could never happen... 

Fast-forward 8 years and he finally receives his comeuppance, courtesy of Sydney.

He got too close to the business-end of a very powerfully built infant.  That is what you think it is on his nose, and I finally feel vindicated.  AREN'T WE ALL RELIEVED.  I realize the irony of feeling superior to the dog when I am the one who had to de-poop his nose...its like two degrees of fecal torture.  But as it wasn't MY face, I will laugh.