A pretty shit story really
But i'll tell anyway.

My parents had a big dumb Golden Retriever named Holly. I had only lived with it for a few years before i moved out but i loved the big lump.

So, parents decide to go on holiday and dont want to put the mutt in a doggy hotel.

They ask me to look after her whilst they swan around Mexico for 3 weeks. No problem, id love to look after her, i do miss her after all.

So, they drop her round on the way to the airport, she seemed a little scared but managed to calm her down later that day with a massive curry i was eating. Next morning i head off to work and leave the back door open do she can do her business outside.

It was a windy day and the door must have closed.

The sight i came home too i will never forget, there was shit everywhere, and i mean everywhere, on the walls/stairs/doors/carpet/kitchen/TV/Sofa and worst of all dog.

She must have had great fun rolling in her shit all day and running around the house.

The sight of her sitting by the door covered in crap with a massive grin will never leave me. I had to get in cleaners that normally deal with the dead to deal with it.

Not good
(Lanceuppercut, Mon 28 Apr 2008, 8:11, 1 reply)

wow
and I thought the titles to my stories were bad.

Did you ever manage to get the awful smell out of the house?
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Tue 29 Apr 2008, 0:32, closed)