Today was one of those times!!!
Just as I was about to leave the house, in he trots, looking really pleased with himself, covered in skanky, filthy god knows what. I did a double-take (you know when you have to look twice b/c you can't believe what you're seeing) I literally gasped in horror. It was becoming apparent as each funky, 'on the nose' second passed, that he had just enjoyed his own private party in the compost heap out back!
Hehe.......my revenge was swift and brutal! I frog-marched him into the bathroom, dragging him by the collar for the last little bit (you know how they sense it's bathtime, stretch the front paws out, applying the brakes, ever-hopeful that that'll work :wah: ) and washed him squeaky clean.
Why do they always save antics like this for when you're about to go out or really really busy??? He's lucky he's cute and that's for sure!
