Someone in this house, who had been cooped up by the rain all day yesterday, went gallivanting around on our walk, eating all the poop he could find, which, for some reason, seemed to be a never-ending buffet. Like, did every animal in the neighborhood just come to our walking path to poop this morning?!
We came in the house and I fed everyone and I went into the other room to eat my own breakfast and the Butcher came into the kitchen and found another piece of poop by Sonnyboy’s bowl.
He brought some poop in the house to have for a snack later.