A Little Indigestion

Last night I was droppin' stink bombs like it was nobody's business. This should've been their first clue. After I was put to bed in my crate, I wimpered a little. True, when they let me out I ran to the bed instead of the door, but still, this should've been their second clue. This morning I yelped to them from the crate, but by this time it was too late. I thoroughly soiled my bedding as if I went to town with a super-soaker watergun filled with liquid poo. Now I've been relegated to the bathroom. This sucks.