My dog's 15 minutes of fame

So my blue chest ate up my 15 minutes; Max gets his 15 minutes.

Here, you would never know that he got sick all over the two carpets in our living room and dining room Sunday morning. On the way to the kitchen -- still a little bleary eyed -- I stepped in dog shit. M. held in his belly laughs until about 3pm, when he couldn't hold it any later.*shrug*. He is lucky he is so cute.