Poodles are Real Dogs

It's early morning.  We are rushing to get into work for an early meeting.  I am in the shower.  I start to shampoo my hair.  "What is that smell?" I ask as I peer nearsightedly at the shower floor.

Jeff walks in.  "What?"
"Do you smell that?"
"What?" (I told you it was early.)
"Do you smell something awful?"
"Did you step in poop?" he asks. 

How, I wonder, can I have stepped in poop halfway through my shower?  It is not like I smelled this when I first got in the shower.  I know I did not do this myself, so how would I have gotten poop in the shower.  Regardless, I dutifully peer at the floor again.

"How would poop get in the shower?  There's no poop in here.  Don't you smell that?"
"All I smell are flowers." (My shampoo I hope.)
"Close the door!  One of the dogs must have a cling-on."
"Huh?"
"Close the door!  Don't let Chester out!  Close the door!" I begin to shriek.

Jeff walks out of the bathroom preceded by both Chester and Marvin.  Argh!  Now I will have to chase them down when I finish my shower.  Gidgett as befits a princess has not moved from her spot on the bathroom rug.  Gidgett never gets cling-ons.

"Do they have cling-ons?"
"I didn't look." Jeff replies.
Husbands are useless I think as I shout "Look at them.  Smell their butts.  It stinks in here."
No answer.
"Did you figure out which one it is?"
"I didn't look at them."
"Smell them."
"I am getting dressed."

Wonderful, I think.  They are running all over with heaven only knows what on them and I am going to have to clean them and it up.  I grab a towel.  I dry off.  The bathroom still reeks.

As start out past Gidgett I glance down at her.  My perfect princess has poop down the side of her face, in her long flowing ears, and ground into her shoulders.  I gag as I pick her up, toss on a robe, and stumble out to the dog wash sink.

All I can think as I scrub Gidgett down is how people people think poodles are fou-fou dogs.  Nope!  Even poodle princesses like to roll in poop.