I woke up in bed last night about 11:30pm to find the oldest Yorkie, Coco, sitting on my chest, taking (or should I say leaving) a poop.
This my friends is a first.
I could not help but to arch my head up and say "I think Coco just took a shit on my chest." Upon waking, Blondie turned on the light, looked at the large turd sitting on my white t-shirt, and burst out laughing.
Earlier in the week, the youngest Yorkie, Cierra, had a bout of diarrhea in the middle of the night. I got up to check on her and stepped in it with my bare foot.
Don't fault me for such a crappy post. They'll get better, I promise.