I have been enjoying my dog’s hilarious ability to pick the most random and unsettling objects to poop on. I think he gets some pleasure out of making it increasingly difficult (and unpleasant) for me to pick up his poo.
My personal favorites thus far:
1. A thorny bush (“try sticking your hand in that!”)
2. A dead squirrel (which I didn’t notice until I was bent down and my hand was very sickeningly close to said dead squirrel. ew.)
3. Three foot high weeds. I couldn’t even FIND the poop when he was done, let alone actually get down there to pick it up.
OR, are dogs capable of plotting an elaborate plan for revenge? I wonder if this has something to do with the reindeer antlers that I forced him to wear last Christmas…
** This is my first post in the great big Internet World, and it is about Poop. Just a taste of the many highly intelligent, awesome things to come out of my mouth (er- fingers?) for as long as I actually decide to keep up with this.
(I briefly considered doing an “about me” introduction thing, but then I thought more about it… and the more I thought about that, the more that sounded stupid.)
So, there you have it. I chuckle at poop.
Fondly-
Q
(Can't you sense his misery?)
