My dogs are at it again. Being BAD, that is.
What do you do with a dog that is so utterly naughty, vile and sneaky but otherwise loveable and cuddly?
This morning I came downstairs to find that one of them had pooped on the hallway floor. And also on the kitchen floor. Ánd also on the living room floor. And poopy footprints from one spot to another.
Actually at first I wasn’t sure if it was poop. It looked a bit like bird-feed or something. I actually had to smell it to be certain what it was. But it was definitely shit. Shit with peanuts in it.
Then a slow realisation that perhaps Eldest Son has been involved – wait, did he have sweetcorn for dinner? No. So he was in the clear then. Second Son also gave him an alibi. “William, has Harry been downstairs this morning?” “No, no, no, no, NO,” shaking his head violently. So Harry is off the hook.
As I look more closely at the mess I realise bits of it have clearly been eaten. Eaten! Yes, the dogs have been back through their own shit, picked out the food bits (which turned out to be bird peanuts they had found on a garage shelf) and eaten them FOR THE SECOND TIME.
And if I hadn’t already had enough to clear up, I think I might have been sick.
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Dogs will be dogs and if it isn’t a bit of fun scat, then its bottom sniffing or ball licking.
Which does seem to lead to the question why mix these germ & teeth laden beasts with young children?
Organic low fat/salt/sugar vitamen laden foods for our cherubs topped up with a dollop of dog germs. Uggh!
Perhaps we should ban dogs from houses with kids below a certain age now the fox bill has been sorted?
If they passed a law banning dogs in households with children at least I’d have a good excuse to get rid them (the dogs that is, not the children).
I’ve said it before.
Your dogs are NASTY
I guess this situation would make one think twice about doggy kisses. Ewe. Kids are a bit cleaner but I’m sure they would play in feces too if the they weren’t under the ever watchful eyes of adults.
My little boy was in the bathroom with me the other day. He was sitting next to the tub playing with bath toys. I had turned my head for only a second and then I saw him from the corner of my eye reaching into the toilet! The split second it took me to lunge for him was too late. He was franticly splashing toilet water with both hands. Yuck! Bath time!
I hope the loo had been flushed!