Lois, it is called the “poop deck.” That is why I pooped there.

A couple months ago, my brother stayed at the house with the dogs while CB and I were in New York.  In our absence, one of the dogs had a smelly accident on the kitchen floor (probably the neurotic one who poops or pukes any time her schedule gets out of whack).

The same brother came over last night to put some songs on his ipod.  The dogs, of course, jumped all over him when he came in, prompting him to again relate the story of the dookie pile and how he almost barfed while scooping it all up.

Couple of hours later, he was going through songs, playing a few seconds of each before adding it to his playlist.  As one began playing, the dog made a weird gutteral growl.

CB: “What was that?”

Brother: “Puddle of Mudd.”

Me: “I think he was talking to the dog.”

Brother (looks at the dog): “Probably still puddle of mud.”

Bwahahahahahahahahaha.

Poop is funny.