Happiness is...

...coming home from a long hard day at work, to a horrendous smell as you walk in the door, and your dog in her crate, covered in the explosive diarrhea she experienced in the late afternoon.

There's nothing more I look forward to then coming home to a dog, crate, toys, walls, and carpet covered in liquid shit.

I love spending my dinner time giving the dog a bath, scrubbing the crate, washing the walls, and shampooing the carpet.