The only thing worse than having an overly long day at work,

is having an overly long day at work and coming home to find multiple piles of dog poop all over the cream-colored carpet in the bedroom.

Who says dogs can't have human emotions? My chihuahua is capable of a highly evolved form of emotion: GUILT.

I instantly knew something was up when I walked into the bedroom and found neither dog in sight. Usually, they are highly visible and come to greet me when I come home. This time they were hiding under the bed. It wasn't a matter of If they'd done something, it was a matter of WHERE they'd done it. I found my answer on the floor.

The funny thing is, I don't even punish them. I just say "bad! bad!" and they know.

I guess it could be worse. I could be a mother and come home after a long day at work and have to feed and bathe a HUMAN baby. That's got to be a lot harder.