Yesterday one of Dr. Pissy's staff was out, so Mrs. Pissy came in to help. And, of course, she brought Fancy.
Fancy spent most of the time trapped in the break room, but during lunch was allowed to roam the office since there weren't any patients.
After she was cooped up again I brought my 1:00 back, and gave him directions. "Go on back, 2nd room on the right, have a seat and I'll be with you in a sec" (I wanted to get a Diet Coke).
So after I had a can, I headed back to my office. The patient was standing in the hallway.
"Uh, doc, do you know there's a pile of dog shit in your office?"