At the dog park yesterday, I turned around to see Fredo taking a dump. This is a lamentably common sight.
More specifically, Fredo was taking a dump on a park bench. Though perhaps not unprecedented in the long, vile history of his species, this activity was unusual for him, particularly in light of the fact that my dogs are never on furniture.
More specifically still, although his back paws and business end were perched awkwardly atop the bench, his front paws were on the ground.
And thus did Fredo bolster his already-formidable claim on the title of Most Revolting, Retarded Dog Ever.
At least I didn't have to bend over far to clean it up?