he’s a pooper. he lets them go. he has a gift for defecating. it’s the only thing he knows.
in the water, on dry land. sooner or later, he’ll be pooping in sand.
he eats to poop and poops to eat. sometimes he tries to get it on my feet.
(f.y.i. don’t eat the snickers bar floating in the water.)
EEEEeeeeeewwwwwwww…grody! I know he’s my dog, but I thought we’d never speak of that again!
it’s a good thing he doesn’t have a blog, otherwise i would be in big trouble.