He pressed the handle.
He tried a wire hanger. He fished blindly, hoping to break up the suspected “Gus-tastrophe.” The hanger emerged clean, which was somehow more terrifying. dog poop clogged toilet
Not a clog from a toy or a “flushable” wipe. A dog poop clog. He pressed the handle
“Goldendoodle or Lab?”
The floor became a Jackson Pollock of seasonal gourds and regret. out of mind.
“Golden Retriever.”
After a bleary-eyed cleanup involving an entire roll of paper towels and a clothespin on his nose, Mark scooped the bulk of the mess into the toilet. A logical move. Flush it away. Out of sight, out of mind.