Arrrrg!

I am angry beyond compare right now. Enfuriated. Enraged. Mad. Why? Oh believe me, I will tell you exactly why. But beware, this will make you grossed out.

This morning has been...frustrating for a lack of a better word. I woke up at 7:32 and went out into the living room. I watched tv for about 10 minutes with my mom and sister. I then decided that I would actually eat breakfast this morning, since I hardly ever do for some reason on Sundays. I went into the kitchen where Dad was. We said our good-mornings and I grabbed a bowl and spoon. I heard Dad tell mom he hadn't taken Tippy outside yet and then he asked me to get him a plate for his toast. I first went to the cuboard above the oven for cereal. My stuff wasn't there. I stepped over to the next cabinet where I knew my much aniticipated Limited Edition Batman Cereal was awating me. That's when it happend. The most discusting thing ever. I stepped in poop. And you know how when you break open the feces by stepping in it, that's when the aroma is released. It smelled horrible and felt utterly discusting. It got on my favorite pajama pants too! It was absolutly the most grossest expirience I have endured in awhile. Well, I shouldn't say that. This has happend before recently. Monday and Tuesday I awoke to dog droppings. Monday morning I woke up and I say Tippy squatting on the carpet. Immediatly I pushed her off onto the hardwood floor. The next morning, I woke up and almost made it into the living room before stepping in another one of Tippy's surprise presents.

It's insane. This dog has issues. Although, I feel somewhat bad for her because she hasn't been taken outside at night right before my parents go to bed. Poor little Tippy can't hold herself in. She has a reputation of some sort for pooping during bad times. Like the Youth Group Summer Sunday at our house. Yuk.