Last night I sent this text to my husband:
"The why's and how's are not important, just this awful truth: our dogs ate people poop off our living room floor."
In these true life experiences, often the choice is to laugh or to cry. I'm going to laugh. Sure, there was poop on the floor, and yes, the dogs found it before any of us adult type people knew there was a problem, but holy macaroni, this is going to be a darn funny story to tell for the rest of our lives!
This post inspired by prompt #2 at Mama's Losin' It!