This is apparently now the story of how my Golden Retriever mix and I are adapting to life in NYC. Drop me a note: hotterthanapeppersprout (at) gmail (dot) com
Someone pooped all over the floor this morning five minutes before I had to leave for work. I wasn’t even that mad.
And now, we are snuggling on the couch, and Mowgli is passed out on my chest. For the love of a dog.
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bees-knees said:
ollie sometimes does that when he knows i’m leaving for the day. i *think* he’s grown out of it since he hasn’t done it in months. they’re technically called (by me) “protest poops”.
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