I don’t know where to begin … complimenting Shane on his brilliance in keeping Sturm calm during bath-time or grossing out over the dog eating poop. The whole dog-likes-poop thing is why we have a barrier to keep our pups out of the kitty litter.
The worst is the bad breath after!
I started to meander over to the barn but he met me half way, chewing something. Naively I hoped it was perhaps a barn mouse or maybe even a bit of hay Manny had shared with me. No, it wasn’t a trophy from his hunting expedition, nor a gift from a friend, it was horse poop.
Yuck. Horse poop!
I think a toothbrush would have been a good alternative!
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