If it's at all possible I woke up this morning with a hangover from 2008, the entire year. No alcohol was involved. Just lack of sleep, emotional roller coaster riding and a constant battle to keep Otto fed, clean and happy. He is racing his cars on the back of the sofa with a huge doody in his bright red pants that he insisted on wearing this morning. He is also insisting that I NOT change him and that sitting in his own filth is just fine as far as he is concerned. Being in the dining room and approximately 30 feet away I cannot smell the fecal deposit but I know it's there. I also know I have to either attempt a bargain or just go into battle, scoop him up and hear him yell and scream while I wipe his ass.
What would you do-ody?
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