We came home from my birthday dinner. Let Ditka outside and let him back in. Got the kids to bed, put our selves to bed and settled in to a show. Ditka came in and laid down. Soon the smell was undeniable, we assumed he was passing gas. We assumed wrong! I took him downstairs and that is when the stench hit me like a brick way. By the front door he left 5 huge logs!
Bad Dog Ditka, Bad Dog!!!