Friday was so nice. Mom took us outside and she even brought the tennis ball out! Heaven! Pure Doggie Heaven...until...
I had to poop. I really did. I tried to hold it but all that running I had to go. I had the tennis ball in my mouth and I looked over at mom and I sure didn't want her to stop playing with me but I was already making my circles (Mom says the turtle was poking his head out). Now I don't know about you but I can't make number 2 with a tennis ball in my mouth, so I had to drop it. Well I dropped it in my circles. So I was spinning and circling and the ball was under my feet and I knew I shouldn't poop on the ball and I tried really hard.....
BUT I pooped on the ball!!!!! For the love of tennis balls, I dropped a deuce right on it! Oh the shame! And of course there's no friggin way I'm picking that thing up either. So I looked over at Mom, looked at the desecrated ball and looked back over at Mom. I gave her the sad puppy dog eyes......
She got me a new ball! A shiney, clean one. So we could play some more. Phew!
But she left the dirty one out so I had to sit by the door for the rest of the night, watching it. Just in case....
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