My dog eats crap. Literally. Every walk, he is a little pacman, scooping up the plentiful trails of bunny poop at the speed I walk him. He also enjoys eating his own crap, the crap of other dogs, rocks, tissues and a pair of crumpled up panties that were inexplicably balled up in someone’s yard.
I am forever tugging him away from something he wants to put in his mouth; I am sure everyone who sees us on the walk thinks I am mean, always yanking him around. We have a fenced yard, but he no longer has the run of it as he will go under the porch to relieve himself…and then eat it at lightning speed. So I take him on a few short walks every day to get him some exercise and to know when he goes right away so I can clean up after him before it becomes a meal. A meal he used to sometimes throw up, and once, and only once, in our bed.
I hope he grows out of this crap.
I am grateful for:
1. Having a dog that rarely barks, is super cute, playful and only has one huge crappy flaw.
2. I am grateful there are sensible people who will soon be in charge. Even though things will happen I won’t agree with, at least it will no longer be a racist, sexist twitter nightmare.
edit: I am not disagreeing with much, thus far. The surprises have been with the leftovers.
3. I am grateful for the seed catalogues that are arriving! And that I am ahead of the game, almost all my seeds are purchased.
Godspeed ya’ll!