Rolling in the grass

There have been a few times where Roni has decided to roll around in poop. Why dogs do this, I will never know. It seems to me that our dog does it more than any other dog I know. Sometimes I think Roni does it just to get back at us for leaving him home alone for several hours. Which brings me to what my husband and I call: The Worst Night of Our Life.

We were out the night of Thanksgiving and were planning on doing some Black Friday shopping the next morning...something I swore I'd never do because a)I worked in retail and it was horrible and b)I don't like getting up early. Nonetheless, there was a deal on a TV and we wanted to get my parents one.

Anyway, we get back home a little later than we had planned. We were tired, but we still of course had to let Roni get out and run around because otherwise he would keep us up all night long. So we bundled up and started walking.

We let him off the leash on the dike like we normally do. He's running around having a great time. All of a sudden, he stops, buries his nose in the ground, and then, before we can even think about grabbing him, he rolls neck first into the ground. At that point, we knew he most definitely rolled in poop...AGAIN. What we didn't know was that this was the mother of all poop-rolls.

He comes running back towards us and passes us. He crop dusts us. He smells horrendous. At this point I am thinking there is no way in hell I am getting up and going shopping because I knew we would have to go home and give him a bath and not be going to sleep any time soon.

We continue walking. Somehow we got the leash on him without having to really touch him--he was covered in poo. Colin (bless his heart) picked him up and threw him in the shower. When I say this was the mother poop-roll, I mean it. Usually we can stand it enough to rinse him and clean him up by hand. This time we had to actually turn the shower on and close the shower door and let the shower do all the work.

Just when we think its bad enough, Roni shakes in the shower. Poop is now all over our walls in addition to our dog. I want to cry/throw Roni out into the cold and leave him there. Instead, I start laughing. I mean really...Are you kidding me?! Here Roni was having a great time outside, and now here he is trapped in the shower not even knowing how much we "hate" him (I say "hate" because I never really hate him. I can't.). Which is why I laughed. Roni is sitting in our shower getting water blasted at him and there is nothing he can do about it. He hates being wet. He doesn't know what is going on. It was funny to me at that point.

So we manage to finally get him cleaned up, get ourselves cleaned up, get the shower/walls cleaned up and get into bed around 2am. I do not say goodnight to Roni, however. I am still mad at him for being a disgusting mongrel. Though at some point in the night I woke up and felt bad for being mean to him! I felt bad! When he was the one who got poop all over the place! Uhg. He is lucky he is cute.

Oh, and the next morning we got up early and got the TV. All is right with the world...until he rolls again.