Louisa

And it was fucking go time.

People hurrying back and forth with various items, cutlery, meat, veg, gravy.

I just set the table and began returning to the kitchen to continue helping when I suddenly spotted it.

Yes, the gravy is finally out.

I noticed drips of gravy on the floor in the hallway, presuming someone had spilled it while bringing it to the dining room.

Anyways, me being half cut and getting hangry, I bent down, scooped up a dribble of gravy on my finger and licked it straight off.

Tastes a bit funny, I thought.

So I went for round two.

Nah, this isn't right.

Thought again, until I noticed it.

The drips of gravy.

We're not moving into the dining room.

I followed the trail of brown into the living room where you guessed it.

I found a massive pile of shit.

Yes, I had just eaten dog shit and I'd even double fucking dipped.

I didn't tell anyone until after the food because I was so embarrassed.

But we all had a good laugh.

And now it's my go-to story to tell everyone wherever I go.

Since then...

That dog has unfortunately passed away.