Murphy woke me up in the early hours, he needed to go outside. He came in and trundled back upstairs to bed. I waited for Kizzie to come in, and waited, called her. Eventually I went out (it was blooming cold) and couldn't see her. She must have slipped past me in my half asleep stupor.
I went upstairs to check and there she was fast asleep on the pillow next to Brian. I turned to go back to bed and stepped in something. It felt like a tiny bit of mud. I scraped it off my toe and sniffed......
Bloody dog!
I hopped to the bathroom and washed my foot, had a look at the stairs, and every second one had a Murphy toe sized spot of something suspicious looking. By now Murphy had jumped on B's bed so I calmly closed the door and sloped off to my room, making sure to shut my door properly. No point in having poo in every room? ;)
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