Poop

Poop is one of my favorite topics, so I don't pass up an opportunity to bring up the subject. Yesterday Mom was whining incessantly about having to pick up the large amount of poop in the back yard. Of course, I got blamed for it, even though Lulu is just as responsible. I just don't understand her complaints.

We all have to take dumps, right? I mean, what’s the alternative – to hold it in until you’re ‘impacted’ and have to be rushed to the vet for an anal, and intestinal, flush?

That’s why I like taking good, healthy-sized dumps in the back yard.

Of course that usually means a big mess out back, but that’s not my problem.

I always tell my parents if they don’t want me eating it, to bag it before it ripens into a tasty treat. Or, if they don’t want to step in it, to bag it up and send it to its forever home.

FLASH