Being Crapped On All Over

This morning, after my husband left, I got in the shower and when I came downstairs to get the kids ready to go, I noticed this strange smell. I have the nose of a bloodhound so I went around the house trying to sniff out whatever it was. And then I found it. The incredibly stupid dog that we have crapped all over my piano books and music. And not the kind of crap you can just pick up with a plastic bag and throw away. No, it had to be the runny, icky stuff that not only ruined most of my piano music, but also stained the carpet. There are two things I do that wind me down: read and play the piano. Thank you, you stupid, stupid dog for taking one of those things away from me. As if I haven't been crapped on enough lately.