This afternoon at the hardware store I bought a chew bone for Miss Piggy. It was one she’s never had before and I was reading its attributes while waiting in the cash register line. The label said it was a breath freshener. I laughed at the ridiculousness of the purchase, based on an earlier event.
It was so pretty outside today–sunshine and temperatures in the upper 50’s–that when we let her out in the backyard for a potty break, she actually stayed out, instead of immediately running back to stand by the back door and whining to be let back in. (You know… if a crumb drops in the kitchen and she doesn’t hear it, will it be there anyway?)
I was really proud of her, out there in the green grass, until I looked more carefully. She wasn’t lying in the sun like I’d thought. She was out there eating dog poop.
For gosh’s sakes…! I know she’s not the brightest dog in the neighborhood, but really…! When she stepped out the door and stood on the deck to survey the possibilities– “Eat sh– or lie” wouldn’t you think she’s have gone for the latter?