Thank you for the use of "Nut Hut" as opposed to the offensive "Looney Bin". Or the polictically incorrect "Insane Asylum".

Cleaning up Shit in the morning sucks.

william, I do try to be sensitive to those kinds of things :)

Well finding the dog poop had to be a relief of knowing you didn't have olfactory hallucinations.
But starting your day with cleaning up dog poop, I guess I would expect a shitty day.
If you are ever in need of a nut hut, we have a great one here. I could get you in, no problem. I sleep with the medical director. :)

Nina

I guess you've finally convinced me. He is a very bad dog. Maybe he couldn't help pooping, but when he R-U-N-N-O-F-T, well, that just wasn't called for. Maybe he got all those cockleburs because he couldn't see. Yup, that's just what he told me. He couldn't see. Well, that's what he told me, anyway

Nina, some days, I could totally be persuaded to come and check into Dr. John's Nut Hut. (That is the name, right?) I'll keep you posted. It's good to have friends in crazy places :)

Squirl, alright, alright. I'll cut him some eyeholes. We've been enjoying watching him bumping into things.

Gotta love the smell of napalm... no, scratch that, of dogshit in the morning. Eeeeehhsh! Biscuit, you're not allowed to runnoft after bombing the carpet -- you're supposta runnoft BEFORE, and carpet bomb the vacant lot, instead.

Wow! It's true, all cute dogs are evil. Yours sounds like mine. To a T. They're two peas in a pod. I frequently refer to her as "Satan in a small furry package." She leaves droppings every time I don't want her to, no matter how well she's been housebroken in the past. (much to my roommates' dismay) Last night was the night of snuffle snurfing at my door because she was convinced she could smell my roommates' cat (who tortures her) by shoving her nose so far under the door that the only way she could breathe were by making loud SNURFing noises. I wouldn't be without her, but sometimes... SOMETIMES... I commiserate with your VB dogness.

Well, if Biscuit is on a Campaign of Bad then he has my vote. BEAST!

this explains why I have not owned and will never own a cute dog....any dog, but especially not the cute variety.

hope your day is better now.

thanks for the def of "nut hut."

I'm sorry you had to clean up poo first thing in the morning, Susie. That's awful... but you know, poo happens.

my word verification is:
fkyyqsex -- what kind of joint are you runnin here Susie?

Driving back into town after a vacation, we passed by the hospital. I said well there is the plant. Having grown up in a blue collar area, this term is well known to me. John having grown up here in Colorado in a white collar area, it was a term he wasn’t familiar with. So the name stuck and evolved (lovingly of course) into the nuclear plant.

John sees patients daily at the main hospital, so he travels between the two. So the main hospital is affectionately known as the “Big house.”

Another hospital is being built right now, and when it is done he will have a third hospital to visit every day.

I am going to throw in “Dr. John’s Nut Hut” into the mix. It sounds almost tropical, like sitting on a beach in Mexico drinking pina coladas & mud slides.

The things we do to deal with our professions. :)

VBD having a "Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day." But I don't recall Alexander getting into the cockleburs.

Nice link to dog picture, by the way.

OH BISCUIT.

The good news is it sounds like you didn't step in any of it. Phew.

I have to agree with Daphne that it's sooooo good none of the poop is in the treads of your shoes. Or between your bare toes.

Sounds like Biscuit needs a cork.

Oh jeez! But I hear you...hard poops are something to wish for!

At least Biscuit came back after he runoft, my Dog probably would have kept on running...although if he shit all over my house, I might not want him to come back.

Hope your weekend gets better...it can't get much worse, can it?!?!?

yeah, ok he is a VBD. But can I still call him cute? VBCD?

Being thankful for hard poop. I would say your are still working with a "glass half full attitude" Good for you.

Hope your tomorrow starts off better.

Oooohhh Hermione got burs in her fur like that at my parents place, nasty stuff. I hate when you get them out and then they sick to your own fingers.


Very Bad Biscuit.

eclectic, I wish he had consulted with you BEFORE.

echrai, you get it. SOMETIMES . . .

kranki, beast, indeed.

lilsis, that's one good thing about a day that starts out, literally, with crap. It tends to get better.

CK, I'm not running any kind of joint right now, because "oops, we be closed." ;)

nina, to quote Willie Nelson (or one of his friends, I don't know), "I've always been crazy, but it's kept me from going insane." Who wouldn't feel better sipping a fruity drink at Dr. John's Nut Hut? I'm THERE, baby.

hoss, I was very pleased with that link, myself. Maybe Biscuit should have his own book, with poop on the floor and cockleburs.

daphne, that was, in fact, the good news that morning.

mrtl, EWWW is exactly right.

bucky, are you offering Biscuit a cork? A flashing cork, perhaps?

soozieq, you made me laugh. I wouldn't have minded terribly that morning if he'd kept on going.

dawn, sometimes, the cuteness is all that keeps him alive.

august, I do try to look on the bright side -- you know, the hard poop side.

JR, yep, they do stick to the fingers. Some had to be cut out. Hermione is a good girl. She would never bur up like that.

I completely understand teh importance of hard dog poop in the house! The one time Angel Love had an accident, it was not.

Maybe he "runnoft" to escape the smell! LOL

Makes me think of that poster that says, "My name is No-No Bad Dog, what's yours?"

Just look at those eyes, you can tell Biscuit is Sorry..... Was just checking out a few blog sights before I left for church and ran across your funny story... Been there, done that, even smelled those darn old farts.... You just made my Sunday morning..lol

I'm sorry but I still just wanna hug him.

Hard poo poo is a gift from God. See, your Bible reading did done ya good.

I don't like bad biscuits either.

Weren't cockleburrs the inspiration for Velcro?

Corrie Ten Boom in The Hiding Place wrote to be thankful for in every place. She would say that her sister Betsy would be more spiritual and looked for good. Corrie couldn't understand how to be grateful for a flea and lice-infested concentration camp, but because of the vermin the guards would leave them alone and they were able to conduct Bible studies.

I too am grateful for hard poop. Maybe that could be my picture for my church calendar. The theme is gratitude.