Well that didn't work

Darr took Hen to the last Portland Timbers game of the season but it didn't go very well. And while he was desperately leaving message after message for me to come and pick them up, I was dealing with sh*t on the dog. The downfall of condo living is that there is no convenient outside place to put a sh*tty dog, and dragging said sh*tty dog through the building, into the condo, and to the bathroom for a bath is a less than desirable option. Thankfully the river is right down the street. Beauty went for a nice, long, sh*t-removing swim. I'm happy I wasn't napping while Darr was trying to reach me or that could have been bad for our marriage. It's hard to be angry at your wife when she's outside the house dealing with a dog covered in sh*t. And to make up for Darr's missing the last game, we got him season tickets for next year.