Ugh

Dillon and Jack (the dog) are out in the backyard playing while I did a quick pick-up around the house. They're out they're for say, 15 minutes? Dillon comes walking in, Jack by his side. As they walk past me, I get a huge whiff of dusgusting dog poop. My eyes go first to Dillon's feet. They're bare. So it's not on his shoes... "Yuck" I said. "Something smells disgusting in here."

"Well, I didn't wipe poop on Jack's back, so I don't know..." says you know who.

Oh joy, that's just great. Yuck, Yuck, Double Yuck.