A Discovery
I’ve possibly been reading too much Dooce recently. Warning: this is a post about poop. Boobs may appear in future entries, they may not.
Many are the times I’ve marvelled about Des the Dog’s crap. For instance: I feed him once a day, he dumps four times. I haven’t actually gone so far as to weigh it, but I could be forgiven thinking more comes out than goes in. Today, though, whilst mine-sweeping on the lawn it struck me that perhaps there was a pattern to his other annoying habit: he doesn’t just do it in one place. Once in the accustomed humpty-backed position, he shuffles round and deposits it in a wide arc. It would be funny if it wasn’t so annoying. Maybe I’m seeing a pagan religious observance going on: he’s building Poohenge!