WOD: 3 mile run (34:34, so slow who cares)
So last night I planned to run 8 miles according to schedule.
Yeah. That didn’t happen.
After dinner J and I got home and found this.
I knew something was wrong when we walked up to the apartment and saw the string of lights missing from the window. At first glance you’d think the tree just fell over which would have been upsetting but not as upsetting as what actually happened.
We gave Rico new food and apparently it made him have to go so bad that he tried to escape through the windows to get outside, knocking the Christmas tree down in the process. Then my beloved mutt was so scared he literally shit himself while trapped under the tree.
See the evidence here:
It took about two hours to clean this shit (pun intended) up. Diarrhea EVERYWHERE.
Thankfully most ended up on the tree skirt so I just threw that away and rewrapped the presents with poop on them.
I couldn’t stop laughing the entire time I was cleaning because this kind of stuff only seems to happen with my crazy ass dog.
I can’t make this shit up.
This morning we went for a short 3 miler and stopped at every bush, tree and squirrel along the way. I shouldn’t have even bothered timing myself.
There’s been drizzly fog all day long and it made running this morning really uncomfortable.
Rico was ecstatic though.
If you think my dog is funny read this Best of Craigslist ad. It’s all I could think about the entire time I was cleaning.