robus
Lowcountry Low Roller
I'll kick it off...
Our old dog used to love game night and would always bug the players for left-over bits of pizza. As we sit around on sofas rather than at a table it became quite the ritual of keeping the dog at bay while eating and trying to get on with things.
One night, after doing her normal thing of bugging people for food (and everyone had finished eating!), she stood in the middle of the room and got a strange expression on her face... Moments later explosive and quite stinky diarrhea erupted from her back end. The look on my face must have been priceless!
I ushered the players out of the house while I proceeded the highly unpleasant task of cleaning up and de-fumigating the place, all the while the dog watching me wondering what the big deal was (she obviously felt much better!)
The players actually returned and graciously continued the game without so much as mentioning the issue though I can't believe I really managed to dispel all the odors...
Our old dog used to love game night and would always bug the players for left-over bits of pizza. As we sit around on sofas rather than at a table it became quite the ritual of keeping the dog at bay while eating and trying to get on with things.
One night, after doing her normal thing of bugging people for food (and everyone had finished eating!), she stood in the middle of the room and got a strange expression on her face... Moments later explosive and quite stinky diarrhea erupted from her back end. The look on my face must have been priceless!
I ushered the players out of the house while I proceeded the highly unpleasant task of cleaning up and de-fumigating the place, all the while the dog watching me wondering what the big deal was (she obviously felt much better!)
The players actually returned and graciously continued the game without so much as mentioning the issue though I can't believe I really managed to dispel all the odors...