A Stroke of Genius

"This place smells like shit," my roomate exclaims after setting her luggage down.

I set my laptop bag on the sofa, take in a big breath and begin to pet Nanook, who has decided to welcome me home by thwacking me with his furry tail, "It really does," Nanook is now licking my face, "does the cat litter need changing?"

Sabryna shrugs and walks off to change the litter box, while I go on rubbing Nanook behind his ears.
"Nook," his ears perk up,"you would have LOVED this place."
He whines.
"There was a big green lawn to lay in -"
'Nook huffs.
"and a long beach to run on -"
He twirls.
"-Oh! And lot's of frat boys to bite."
He barks.
"Fine, fine. I'll take you. Let's go," I say, grabbing the leash.

After a nice long walk and about three poops later (which is oddly usual for my special boy), Nanook and I come home to Sabryna, who is now sniffing everything in the apartment.

"Does it still smell like shit in here to you? Or am I just going crazy" she asks when we walk in the door.

"It does. That's so weird." I decide to play the sniffing game too, and go into my room, then the kitchen, then the bathroom with my nose in the air, inhaling fumes.

"I don't get it," Bry says, "I emptied the litter, and it still smells awful in here. I thought maybe 'Nook pooped somewhere, but I can't find anything."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too, but I don't see anything," I look down at 'Nook, who's conked out on the carpet after our 1/2 mile walk, "maybe it's just the litter lingering."

A couple of hours and two loads of laundry later, I decide to hop in the shower to rinse the travel smell off of me. I reach in through the closed shower curtain, turn on the faucet and grab a towel before stripping down. The smell of poop gets stronger. God, I really hope our pipes aren't backed up. As I pull the shower curtain back, I see it. There in the middle of our tub is a huge pile of poop. But this isn't just one 'Nook poop, it's multiple 'Nook poops. Nanook, in leiu of his dogsitter not coming over to take him outside enough, went into the bathroom, pooped in the tub, and left the shower curtain perfectly closed when he was finished. I couldn't even be mad. I stood there in the nude for a good five minutes laughing, before calling Sabryna in to look at what 'Nook had done.

"That dog-" she says laughing.

"- is a genius?" I finish. "He has his moments."