He's adorable in his own quirky way; notice the under bite. It should be known, I have no beef with dogs. In fact, I grew up around them; from mutts to goldens.
Now my human roommate, Merry, is a teacher (much like 80% of my high school friends) and gets up early. She's out of the apartment by 7:15am-ish everyday. And myself, being the still unemployed person I am, gets up later, though I make sure to be out of bed by 9am to maintain some shred of self respect... even if I don't bother to get dressed til noon.
In the morning Merry let's Rufus out in our back patio area to do his business. Recently, I noticed that around noon he'd want to go out again. Being home I didn't mind. But knowing that at some point I won't be around to let him out in the middle of the day I asked Merry if Rufus would be ok. She said he acclimates to our schedules and would be fine. She's had him for five years and he's never once made a mess inside. I mostly felt bad that he'd have to hold going to the bathroom for like four hours. I've been on car rides where I've held it for an hour and thought I would explode.
Two days after having this conversation it was Rufus' fifth birthday. Merry got up as per usual before me and left. I woke up around 8:30am and headed downstairs into the living room area like I usually do. Only that day, Rufus decided to celebrate by decorating the living room...
... with his poop.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, for the second time I have had the honor of dealing with my roommates pet pooping in my space and having the privilege of cleaning it up. Thankfully the living room has hardwood floors. But it did bring flashbacks to my old roommate's cat Onyx pooping in my bathtub. Awesome.
To me, the best part is, he went out around 7am, and then couldn't wait til I came down around 9am to let him out again? Merry thinks he did it out of spite because she forgot to wish him a happy birthday. And if that's the case, can you really blame him?