The Bert Show I'm going to kick off the morning with a horror finely gross story. Are you ready? No, not at all. It's 6 a.m. I feel like there's no better time than to tell you about the doggy diarrhea debacle.

You ready?

A better way to start a Tuesday.

Yeah, I mean, I gave you, you know, you have a running list of reasons not to pop out a kid

courtesy of Cassie and I I know you are a proud of cat mom and I think this is just

going to help with your cat lady persona that that's the way to go.

Yeah, that's that's the right choice to make.

There's just less cons. I mean the most trouble she's given me was actually yesterday

when the apartment fire alarm went off and then she

decided to hide under the bed I'm hysterically crying so I'm like we're gonna

burn alive if you don't come out from under the bed but other than that it's great

very chill so we got back from vacation and, you know,

driving all day, even though Jimmy does fantastic in the car.

We get home, we're unloading stuff we're just getting settled in and we go

to bed and we're exhausted right and about 1.32 o'clock in the morning I hear

something and I can see my husband's out of the bed and he's

messing with the dogs. And the dogs are definitely his domain. He feeds them, he takes them to the vets, he takes them all walks, he's, I mean, he's the best dog dad ever.

And if you are in a partnership, you know that you have done this, where you are in a partnership you know that you have done this where you are sleeping

but you awake and you know your partner is doing something might even be

struggling with something but you still pretend to be asleep absolutely because you don't want to get up and you don't want to deal with whatever the hell they're dealing with.

Because I did kind of look up and I looked and I saw something and I'm like, oh, one of the dogs vomited on the floor, he's going to clean it up, that sucks, and I rolled back over.

Sucks to be him.

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