Move over Marley, I've got the World's Worst Dog

Mia pooped in her kennel yesterday (which is pretty normal when I don't get home at lunch to take her out -- don't get me started - apparently she pooped her whole life in a kennel at hunting school and now there's nothing I can do now that she's old bc she doesn't seem to care about getting punished), so the floor of it was still drying out today, and since it's been raining for 3 days straight, the "drying out" isn't going so well. So, the kennel wasn't ready for her to stay in today. And this morning, in the pouring rain, and in order to keep Mia out of one of the two dirt holes she dug for herself to lay in under my flower beds during the day to keep 'cool' when I leave her outside, my boyfriend had this plan to tie her up next to her little trampoline bed in the yard. Well, I came home today at lunch to a filthy dog, who had pooped ON the trampoline bed, then chewed threw her leash, then got free and straight into one of her mud pits to cool off. Beautiful. Just beautiful. Oh, and it was still raining.