Skye found out about the upcoming arrival of Elizabeth this morning, and in a fit of the nastiest sort of dog revenge, he pooped all over his butt fur to get back at me. He waited until Brian had left for work, then made the smelly announcement and waggled his butt around for me to see. I threw him outside and told him to go wipe. Instead of wiping, he stalked the neighbor children and their school bus with a stinky butt.
He's now out on the porch waiting for Brian to get home and clean him up. Poo makes me gag. A lot. (I know, I know. I better get used to stinky poo. My life will be filled with it once E-Beth comes home.)
Here is a letter Skye wrote to Brian after he found out about E-Beth:
Deer big furree man,
wut iz this garbij i heer abowt thu big yello hayr laydee iz gunna bryng hoam a baybee? that iz a bunsh of stoopid crapp. i doant want a stinkee
baybee in mi howse eeting mi toiz so doant bryng wun hoam oar elss i will haf too doo sumthink desspritt. yoo hav bin warrnd. doant mayk mee hayt yoo too. yool bee varee sorreee.
synd,
thu dawg hoo yoost too bee yoar frend
pee-ess: i thawt i wuz yoor baybee. itz nawt fayr thet thee stoopid yelo hayr laydee iz bringing hoam a stoopid yelo hayr baybee. baybeez are stynkee and thay mayk 2 much noyz. thay arnt az cyoot as i em. i thawt i wuz yoor baybee butt maybee i em not and that maykz mee varee varee sadd and cry-ink boohoohoo. yoo stynk. i hayt yoo. butt giv mee sum dawg bonz and sum krispee baykon and i wil luv yoo agen. evin if yoo bryng hoam a stoopid stynkee cry-ink baybee.
maybee.
it bettur bee reelee gud baykon.
