You try to do something nice, y'know? Let the dogs into the main part of the house so they can have a bit of a romp around the house. Next thing you know, Ivan poops and steps in it, gets his foot coated in loose dog stool. And because the leg he coated in poo is one of his partially paralysed ones, he ends up dragging it across the living room and foyer and leaving a trail of poop behind him. I'm thanking every relevant deity that I noticed it right after he pooped and caught him before he covered the entire floor in a layer of feces. There is now a section of the house following the path of an excited dachshund that is much cleaner than the rest of the floor.














