Tag Archives: gratitude

Worst. Dog. Toy. Ever.

.

In fairness to my dog loving readers who must cringe at the plethora of cat posts on my page … here’s one for you.

.

.

Wondering what your next birthday or Christmas gift to Fido should be?

.

.

Mr. Poops. Because you can never go wrong with a morose black turd.

.

.

No need to thank me. The thought of Mr. Poop happily squeaking his way through your house is all the gratitude I need.

.

The little bastards.

 

It’s not like I don’t welcome and feed all our visiting critters enough of a variety.

Three types of bird seed, suet, strawberries, peanut nuggets, oranges, grape jelly, blueberries, nectar, deer grain, salad scraps, old bread, apples and pears…

Christ, I even buy special dog food with taurine for the foxes.

And we don’t have a dog!

So yes, I was a little peeved when I went to sit on the barn porch the other day..

 

 

And saw that one of them had done this –

 

 

And this –

 

 

As well as this –

 

 

On every single seat cushion.

Ungrateful little bastards!