I just had to send the wife off onto a lovely roadtrip to Denver to pick her boss up. Seems like him and his buddies rode their Harleys up there for the Broncos game tonight. He went outside to hop on the bike this morning and 3 of the 4 were gone so my wife is on her way to pick up a company vehicle and go up there to pick them up. I can't go because of work obligations...................... But that is not what this all about. For those that don't know, I have a Basset Hound. And if some of you are not aware, they have a thing for chowing dog poop. Not a big deal, but weird none the less. Anyway, I have a daschund and with the rain, he refuses to go outside. Well he decide to drop a load on the floor when we were not watching. The hound dog was there sniffing the possible meal as we were walking out to the Toyota so my wife could leave. We of course yelled at him and he quit surveying the delicatable pile of doggy waste. I was outside for maybe a minute since it is raining heavily. Now this pile wasn't the normal two-three turd thing. This was a thing of honor for this little dog. It's like when your two year old drops a foot long into the toilet and the proud parents have to announce it to the world. I came back in and I'm telling ya now :jerryclower: if I'm lying I'm dying :jerryclower: and that pile was GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Never again will I be able to look at my hound without thinking about this. I'm mortified. I'm scared. Does anyone have the phone number for a doggy head shrink????????????