News from the canine world - January 17, 2008

I love duck shit... more importantly I like to roll in duck shit. No really, the fresher the better. The big guy took me to the park after he got home today and I started to run around when I saw it - fresh and still moist. I couldn't wait to burrow my right cheek and side right into it - it was pure heaven! Then the big guy gets all over my case! I don't get it! He yells at me, tries to "correct" me (yeah, like THAT'S going to work), and then heads back towards the car! I'm following him when I find - wait for it - a SECOND pile! I thought I had died and gone to heaven! Before the big guy could stop me, I got the left cheek and side!

I almost died. I thought the big guy was going to kill me... or that he was going to fall over dead himself... Seriously, I never knew his face could get that shade of crimson!

I don't know why he was so pissed about it... I LIKED the smell! So he drives home like a maniac, then - get this - picks me up and puts me in the tub! Gotta say tho, that Pert Plus makes my fur SOFT (the big guy was mumbling something about not having any dog shampoo - Hell, I'm surprised he even has people shampoo. Have you seen his bald head?)!

Afterward, he does his best to dry me off with a towel then has to borrow a blow dryer (baldie!) from his neighbor and I am forced to stand there and let him dry me... I wasn't too happy about that.

My revenge? Yeah, I got mine! Apparently I managed to clog his tub so bad he had to call one of those plumber guys... $150!

So I am thinking the moral of this story is - When I find the duck shit, you better get me quick or it's gonna cost ya!