What Did the Dog Know & When Did He Know It?

What a treat for a Monday morning--as I entered the garage to leave for work at 5:30 a.m., I nearly stepped into a huge puddle of dog pee, right on the tarp under my hutch-in-progress. For some strange reason, my Sheltie decided it was preferable to pee on my stuff vs. the grass in the huge backyard. (I had fed him in the garage this morning because it was so cold outside.) Perhaps this is his commentary on the quality of my workmanship. Or maybe, it was just his way of affirming the appalling nature of Monday mornings. In the latter case, I wholly agree with him. In fact, I would take it a step further and say, "Mondays are crap!"