My dog is totally like that. NOT.
(don't be fooled by that innocent face)
So he gets his shots, and we go to pay. I hook him up to the hooky-upper thing that you can chain your dog too while you pay, and wait for them to get my bill ready. Sooner is very agitated, but I just assume its because he's at the vet. And he's been agitated the whole time. A line starts forming behind me, and I'm getting a little more nervous as he gets more nervous while we wait. So I'm waiting...and I start to smell poop. I'm thinking, "Man, someone's dog just took a dump". So I casually look over at Sooner and
OH MY GOD IT WAS MY DOG THAT POOPED!!
A huge pile of crap is steaming on the floor, next to my dog, slowly permeating every nose in the place, threatening to make everyone spew their lunch all over each other.
So, breaking into a sweat, I tell the nice lady that my dog just pooped, and Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed, and Oh my god I'm so sorry, and PLEASE JUST LET ME PAY SO I CAN LEAVE! Okay so that last part wasn't said, but I was screaming it in my head. FINALLY, finally, I pay and high-tail it out of there, so embarrassed, and I probably can't show my face in there again...although they probably won't recognize me considering my face was probably the color of a tomato.
SO. After all that, I still love my dog. He is so wonderful with Little Monster and literally lets her ride around on him, dress him up, and basically lets her abuse him to no end. But seriously, he is SO not my best friend right now.
P.S. I'm not even going to mention the time that he was left outside by accident when we went out for the day, and we came back to find a window screen completely ripped out with the shade shredded to pieces and claw marks up and down the trim.
P.P.S. or the time that he was accidentally left out of his crate inside, and the pantry door was accidentally left open and he had gotten into the trash can and I came home to find trash ALL over the house...and poop all over the back doormat.
Nope. Not gonna mention those. Love my dog.