I woke up this morning with a flat face and a headache. I turned over and saw a pile of dog doo right under my nose. That was when I realized I had passed out on our sidewalk last night.
So I got up and crawled to the door when my girl, Miley came running out and fell over me.
I got to my door finally. Opened it up. Took one look at Myrtle with curlers in her hair, got me a blanket and laid back down on the sidewalk.
One of those days I guess.
"You Get Yore Fat Ass In Here, Moleturd!!"
Yep, one of those days.
At least she had stepped in the dog pooh!