I came home earlier this evening to find poor Miss Doggie locked in our bedroom. No idea how this happened. I managed to find the one key in a drawer full of keys and let her out. She tore past me, raced down the stairs and didn't even say thanks. Sheesh.
The good news? The dog hadn't actually peed in the room. The bad news...?
I know, it's a drawing of a turd. It's late, I'm tired, and turds are funny. As long as you can't smell them. And look, I think it likes you.
The brown crayons were @BigDaddySaid's idea!