Yesterday, we were at an investigators house. The dog came up and cuddled with me after playing catch for a bit. Suddenly, the dog squirms under my arm and around my body. My head follows his trail. "What are you--" I look down. There is a freshly laid turd sitting on my lap. My original response was "Is that what I think it is?" Complete shock. Then I died. I could not stop laughing. The investigator was mortified. The dog was hiding for it's dear life in complete shame. I was sitting there laughing with tears running down my face. The lady comes over with a trash can and we attempt to roll it off my dress into the trash can but it gets stuck in it's final descent so we use my dress as a trampoline and launch it into the can-setting off another roll of laughter.