Oysters fell on my dog's head. "FOR DOG PEOPLE ONLY" (Installment 2)

Yesterday I returned home from running errands for Mom, caulking her tub, etc. to my Loving Wife ( Also known as "The Keeper of the Schedule" ) and highly excited dog, who was obviously thrilled I was back from my ten - year sabbatical. He was all aquiver, talking, grumbling and quivering, tail wagging, with ten years' of stored anticipation,
ANYONE who has ever had a dog knows that their concept of time is somewhat askew. An hour, or three days, and you've been gone forever. It could be as little as ten minutes, depending on what door you left and re-entered by.
After hugging and kissing my Loving Wife, as is my wont, I reached down to play with my dog. His name is Frank. He was "making C's" like crazy. This is when your dog keeps coming at you from varying angles, and continuously circling back on himself. If you look down on his body, he's "Making C's", like the letter C. That's what I call it, anyway.
Sometimes he can be "The Amazing Self - Petting Dog", doing almost all of the work, if you just leave your hands still, fingers wiggling.
SO in the process of all of this, I realize he has some crusty stuff on his head and middle back.
Knowing I had just bathed him a couple of nights ago - (Bathing A Dog - that could be Installment number 3...), I asked my wife, "what happened?".
She sighed.
ANYONE who has ever had a dog knows that if you have the refrigerator door open for any period of time, the dog will appear, from any dimension or space - time - continuum, to stick their shnout in the fridge. "Hmmm... what's going on in here?"
Well, my wife was moving some stuff around in there, getting ready to make some fine food. I had shucked some lovely Kumamoto oysters the night before, and had set aside a few in their liquor with a splash of lemon juice and cocktail sauce in a small bowl.
Well, as luck would have it, they fell out of the fridge, and the bowl hit him on the head. He stood there, stunned for a moment, adorned with oysters, their liquor, lemon juice and cocktail sauce. My wife then proceeded to clean him up as best as she could. She did a fine job.
I just wish she would have taken a picture of him in that state. That would have been classic.

Happy New Year, everyone!
Stephen Charles
P.S. Today's our anniversary and I'm looking forward to many more.