Writing challenge one

Stepping into the kitchen to be greeted by a pile of newly deposited faeces was not my idea of how my morning should start. A small ball of fluffiness barked with excitement, ecstatic that a human was finally awake, without remorse for the unwanted present he had produced. With a heartfelt sigh I reached down to stroke my sister's new puppy, put the kettle on to boil, opened the door to the garden and set about cleaning up the mess.