It's getting near time for another hair cut and so he had a little bit of poop stuck. Tom got most of it with the poo bag, but O still needed a bit of a wipe when we got in.
Tom leaves to walk to the grocery store.
This leaves me with SUPER-EXCITED Oreo. Because apparently using the bathroom outdoors is just that awesome. I have never, ever been that happy after doing so, but hey, whatever.
Anyway, I was trying to coax Oreo to come with me to get a damp paper towel so I could wipe his booty. Still, super excited. And there is the following exchange:
"Okay, come here; no, hold still; no, I want to see your butt, not your face..."
Oreo proceeds to whip out some break-dancing moves.
"No, seriously, you little fart-knocker, I'm trying to wipe your butt, quit squirming, geeeeeeez."
He was still surprisingly bouncy even after he figured out there wasn't really a treat involved in me calling him.
Now he's on the couch next to me whimpering because Tom isn't here.