Our old dog would’ve written something about how she found poop and first rolled in and then ate it. And how mean we were for forcing a bath upon her afterwards. Destroying all her work.
She loved smelly things. Fox poop was her favorite .-.
And she herself was a smelly thing as well. After we picked her up from the farm, she ripped some very nasty farts in the car, bringing all of us to tears.
God, they love fox shit. It’s like heavenly perfume to them.
(I miss my old family dog that would go and hide her ball so that she could find and roll in fox shit while you were distracted looking for it. RIP Kiki.)
Our old dog would’ve written something about how she found poop and first rolled in and then ate it. And how mean we were for forcing a bath upon her afterwards. Destroying all her work.
She loved smelly things. Fox poop was her favorite .-.
And she herself was a smelly thing as well. After we picked her up from the farm, she ripped some very nasty farts in the car, bringing all of us to tears.
God, they love fox shit. It’s like heavenly perfume to them.
(I miss my old family dog that would go and hide her ball so that she could find and roll in fox shit while you were distracted looking for it. RIP Kiki.)