Chowdah sat there a couple of minutes and meandered down the hallway. I continued to work on sorting my pics. After about 10 minutes I walked down the hall to the den. On my way, the most gawdawful stench invaded my nasal passages. I walked in to see Chowdah's guilty grin and diarrhea all over my beautiful rug. What is with this dog? I think he thinks he's too good to "go" on the wood floor.
About 20 minutes later, Sista called.
Sista: Did you see Facebook this morning?
Me: No, I've been a little pressed for time.
Sista: (sinister laugh) You're not gonna like it!!
Me: Did you put a picture on of me looking fat?
Sista: No, DUDE NOMIMATED YOU FOR THE ALS ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE!!!!