  That's right, if you haven't already heard, we've gone stark mad, overcome with raving lunacy (a medical condition you know) - we acquired a dog. final stop. Take a breath and read on. Yes, we have been walking and feeding her, and this is where the once upon a time comes in. Once upon a time, on a trendy 1950s-style street in Sydney's Eastern suburbs, we took our puppy for her much needed daily-blasphemous-walk across the road to the church, which as embarrassing as it is, has been re-baptized, by our dog, as a P.W.C. (puppy water closet).However, no need to feel disgusted, we do pick up after her - and might I just say "YUCK! " and once again re-iterate "YUCK! " (side bar: Suz I totally understand your diaper aversion now) On this evening around midnight, we put the ol' girl on her leash, and set out to save our carpet from being soiled, once again- forgetting our keys of course.
On our return, Stefan was going to attempt to scale the 3 stories, on the drainage pipes, to our open living room window, but a little voice let him softly know that he WOULD HAVE TO BE OUT OF HIS FREAKIN' MIND TO DO SO!
A neighbor on the 1st floor, in response to the soft voice outside her window, invited us in, and in pure Aussie fashion, offered us some alcohol and proceeded to call the 24 hour locksmith( a number she knew off-hand??? ) and fix the entire situation, which cost us a merely 160AUD. The moral of this story: God will punish those who let their pets soil the lawns of the Lord. 
