Monday, May 11, 2009
Deer poop rocks my socks!
Why hasn’t anyone shared with me the wonders of deer poop yet? That stuff is ‘da bomb diggity when it comes to smells.
I was off leash last night going potty and went a little farther than I usually do. Much to my delight, I found a big pile of deer poop. Rolling in that stuff was nirvana.
Mom figured out that I was up to no good because I was gone from her side for more than my usual two minutes. When she called me, there was no hiding the fact that I’d been rolling in the poop. I had enough spots to qualify me for dalmatian status.
Too bad Mom’s priority was washing off the poop, rather than taking pictures. I sure would have loved to have photographic evidence of such a good time.
Oh well, maybe next time.
(and you can bet there will be a next time… oh yeah…)

Oh yuck! I don’t like stinky stuff of any kind and especially after a skunk sprayed me earlier this year. Stinky bad!!
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