I don't know what it is with dogs and poop.
Sadie once rolled in a pile of human feces she found in the woods. I know it was human because there was toilet paper next to it.
Unfortunately, she did it the first day of a few-day camping trip and she smelled so bad that I could not be within a few feet of her, let alone sleep in a tent with her.
I had to wash her off in a stream and when that still didn't take the stench away, I had to rub her down with charcoal I found from an abandoned fire pit.
An incident last weekend gave me flashbacks to that episode.
While walking Brenda--in the middle of Manhattan, remember--we came across a pair of man's pants filled with poop.
It was as if Brenda found a million dollars. She was so happy and made a move to plop down and roll in it, but I pulled her away in the nick of time.
I can't even think about what it would have been like if I didn't.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
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