Saturday, April 14, 2007

Evan was taking care of his brother's puppy last week, and brought it in to the office. Lucky is a cute dog, a pug/beagle mix, and it was fun to have a dog around the office again.

On Friday (the 13th), I noticed something under my desk. What is that? A pen cap? I reached down and picked it up for closer inspection. It was a turd. A tiny, hard, day-old dog turd, in the last place I would ever expect to find one: my hand.

I let out a long sigh, and announced to the office, "Hey guys... I'm holding poop right now."

And a penis shaped poop at that!
I love that your photojournalistic instincts are so finely honed now that, rather than throw it immediately in the trash and wash your hands, you either held that turd long enough to take this picture or saved the poop and picked it up in your bare hands again in order to recreate the moment. Either way, kudos to you, Niekamp.
Yeah... umm... sorry about that. If it makes you feel any better, I found another day-old poop of hers up in the Studio as well. She also peed on my brother's bed. So it can always be worse!

Oh, and not to spoil the Friday the 13th irony, but her name is actually Latke, like a potato pancake. Everyone thinks she's named Lucky.
Eeeew. Arnie's got a poop-stache.
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