First: I had a nice Christmas. Santa Paws was very good to me, as he should be since I am a good boy. It was great to meet some new family members from Michigan. They seemed to find me very cute and entertaining, so I like them.
Old Man said good thing Christmas was on Saturday, because according to him I did something very naughty yesterday. Long story short: I rolled in fresh horse (pig?) poop until my coat was covered in it. We went to Berry Springs Park in Georgetown and as soon as I got scent of fresh cow manure, I slipped my collar and made a run for it, rolling around and around while Mom screamed to stop and the Old Man stared dumbfounded at me.
Once I had my fill of fresh cow poop, I went to Mom to get my collar back on but no one wanted anything to do with me. Mom took over her coat and began wiping me down with it and saying 'bad, bad boy.' Bad boy? Doesn't she know if you're a dog, this fascination with stinky bouquets is normal?
That ended my park trip and I was dragged back to the car. I tried to alert Mom that she left her jacket behind but she said I ruined it. Once back at the house, I was forced into the shower where I was thoroughly scrubbed of all my fresh manure.
The effect of rolling in another animals' excrement is about as good as it gets for some dogs. I wish my parents understood this.
FLASH
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