doggy doos and doggy don'ts

This morning began like every other morning ever does. after i had made my bed and cleaned up my room (as best as can be managed at 7:30 a.m.), i went outside to check on my two mongrels; princeton and tinkerbelle. following a quick but loud game of ‘fetch’ i whipped out my bright yellow doggy bags and proceeded to clean up the results of last night’s dinner (which i assure you is as unpleasant as it sounds).

as i slipped on my makeshift gloves, and crouched down into position, tinkerbelle came out of nowhere and crashed her ass fullforce into mine; the result was not pretty. elbow deep in a pile of shit, i looked up expecting to see guilt and remorse.

all the little bastard could do was laugh.