Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Dog Turd

I just had her outside, and she had gone. I guess she was saving this one for inside, though. It’s cold outside, and very difficult to get her to shit out there. It’s hard to blame her. She went on the paper like she’s supposed to. I guess that’s alright. It’s the next best spot. That’s why the newspaper is down there. Now there’s a lonely little dog turd on the floor. It’s just one tiny little Chihuahua turd, about half as big as one of my fingers. The whole room smells like shit though. You can’t clean that up quick enough. The stink is immediate and powerful. Even after the offending item is removed, the stink lingers like a ghost.

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