I love my bigger shepherd but oh I wanted to kill him.

Mild rant as I sit outside and let my nose clear a bit before I deal with the aftermath. I just got new sheets, pillows, and a mattress topper on my bed a couple days ago. I go in to enjoy my cold bedroom to eat my lunch and I get floored as soon as the door opens. The infamous sensitive shepherd stomach struck. *He shat right in the middle of my bed and tried to hide it with a pillow.* I got the mattress topper to try and get a little more life out of my mattress. With the volume of liquid, yes liquid, I doubt they're salvageable.

I want to be mad at him, but I can't. Had I been inside he'd have told me he needed to go out. I know it's on me because I close him in there so he has AC. It's not like I can't go out and get replacements for everything because I'm currently lucky enough to be in a position where I can and for somebody else, or even myself a few years ago, this **disASSter** would be a gigantic headache.

I love my big, dumb, happy, idiot. But it's a struggle sometimes.

Almost forgot a picture of said big, dumb, happy, idiot.

Now if y'all will excuse me I need to grab a few contractor bags and light some candles.

Edit: Old mattress removed. Even after scrubbing it still smells. Not the worst night's sleep I've ever had but certainly not the best.

Edit²: new mattress and accoutrements are in and my bed is made up. It's so comfy. Thank you for listening to my rant and I hope more than a few of you got some schadenfreude from my post. My big dumb happy idiot is forgiven and I'm going to sleep like the dead tonight.