Ok, so I woke up, went downstairs to eat breakfast, and ten minutes latter, Matt is comming down, he is wrapped in a towel, and so is his little golden retriver puppy. They both are soaking wet.
"What happened!?" I asked.
"I was talking a shower, and Kody (the dog,) wanted in!"
"And you let him in?"
"Yeah, he liked it!"
Just then the smell of wet dog hit me.
"Get him outside!"
"No! He will get all muddy."
Pull my hair out. It smelled soooo gross in my house, that I have been cooking very smelly meals all day to get rid of the icky oder. (I know that isn't how you spell it, but I don't care. We are talking about a perminant wet dog smell in my house!)
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