A doggy accident

O.k., so my thoughts about going on a walk produced something- I went downstairs and saw a nylon bag (shame on the people that live with me in the house- they are still using plastic…). When I see a nylon bag, I have to do something about it. So naturally, I peed on it.
Now, I can categorize the level of anger of the people that live with me as a D level- not so angry. It was on the hardwood floor after all… not on the carpet…

Did someone say he needed a walk?