Just another day with Prudence.

You don't just dive right in when your cleaning up dog shit all over your backseat. Especially when your two dogs are still back there and one of them is an English Bulldog still covered with shit. I thought Prudence had outgrown this peculiar quirk in her personality because she hadn't done it in a while. I was driving along, calm and serene, on this beautiful morning when that familiar smell engulfed me. Immediately I started screaming incoherently at her. I actually gave myself a headache from all my yelling. Sushi, my Japanese Chin was petrified at this. I think she believed that somehow this was her fault. Prudence was looking for birds out the window with one shit stained paw resting on the back of my seat, totally oblivious to my screams. There was shit everywhere. Eventually I got a hold of myself, put some music on and tried to relax. I picked up some baby wipes at the market and pulled into the hardware store to try and clean this mess up. At first I was delicately trying to clean all the shitty footprints being careful not to get any on me, but it was all over the carpet and the seats. It was even in the door compartments. There was a even shitty paw print on my Highwaymen CD!  It was embedded in the bulldog's feet as well. Eventually I gave up trying to keep the shit off of me and just started to scrub everything. Sushi is drooling and trembling in fear in the corner while Prudence is like "Whatcha doin Daddy". No longer angry, I just scrubbed her feet and gave her a pat on the head. I shot Sushi a dirty look. Just because.