To my amusement (and part horror), he sniffed at a particular pile of poo for approximately 2 minutes, (serious sniffing business, all angles covered, nose almost touching bio-hazard kind of sniffing) then nonchalantly sauntered off, settled for a place to lay flat and spread out, then proceeded to lick his paws.
For that 2 minutes I was transfixed with his doggie world, disgusting as it may seem.. I just wondered.. what was he sniffing for? Did the poo smell good? Oh, to me, its horrible. Your poo, my poo, its all horrible. Now, please stay away and don't lick me.
Then I remember, I have the unfortunate task of clearing it up later. Time to roll down the blinds and back to study. Out of sight, out of mind. ;)
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