Damn that Mozart!!

A few months ago I told my wife that the spoiled rat that is my in-laws shit-zu, is never allowed in our bedroom again. This was stemming from an early morning, come out of the shower and step in some warm shit incident!!! Well, we’re dog-sitting for the next two weeks, and this little bastard has struck again! I came home from yet another hard day at the office, go into my bedroom, undress, and I noticed that there was no comforter on my nice big king sized bed.

“Hey sweetie” I yelled
“Yeah”
“Where’s the comforter, you doing laundry?”
“I had to wash it”
“Why, we just bought it?”
“Well, Mozart and me were cuddling in bed this morning and he threw up all over the comforter, but don’t worry it wasn’t really all over, only on your side!”

“Little fucker!!!”

I don’t know where she’s hiding him right now, but I know he's snickering even as I write this, and if I find him I’m punting him off my back deck!!