Land Mine

Nothing quite like coming home to a living room sprinkled with dog turds. My dog doesn't just poop in a pile, he walks and poops, leaving a trail of turds. My plan was to clean them up once I got E bathed, fed, and down for bed. Even though I counted and made an imaginary map in my head of all five turds, I still managed to step on one. It was like a land mine of Peppi poo. I guess it was inevitable. The crap we take from our furry family members. No pun intended.

Poo and all, how could you not love this sweet face?

On a completely different note,

I'm thinking this is a fire hazard.