Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Poop Sommelier

Sniff sniff sniff sniff ... what and where was that terrible smell coming from? Vaguely like skunk, but not potent enough. My humans smelled my fur as I lounged on our bed. I nonchalantly licked my paw until they discovered it was embedded in a large blob of feces, like a poop drumstick or lollipop.

I don't like what happened any more than you do... let's cuddle

I was raced to the bathroom and given a foot bath in the sink in the middle of the night, and tried to lay on the soiled duvet cover while they stripped it. With my paw clean, I snoozed off to dreamland. 


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