Rushed out with him.
He peed.
Good.
Went back to sleep, left him downstairs.
Very sweet sleep. Until I dreamed this:
Cartman was laying on the floor, he was not attended for sixteen hours (how did I know this from the dream?), he was lying in the middle of his pee and poo.
"Ahh....." "Where is my dog??"
One of bad dreams...
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