...for being an absolutely wonderful doggie daddy!!
Last night, at 3:00 in the morning, I woke up groggily, and said "I smell dog poop". THEN, I shot straight out of bed, and said, "I SMELL DOG POOP!" Uggghghg. Poor Emerson had diaherria pretty bad, and he didn't wake us up, asking to go out.Poor Emmers was so traumatized because he knew he done wrong, so I didn't yell at him or anything.
But Mark deserves the ultimate prize. He scrubbed the carpets for me in the middle of the night. I appreciate him *soooo* much for doing that, and not even complaining or griping.![]()
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