“What the fuck is that?!”
“Oh, shit! Who did…wait, that’s just brown Play-Dough. Gross.”
Chas arrives at the scene:
“Poo-poo?” “Poo-poo?”
He stoops down, picks it up off the floor and puts it to his mouth, eyebrows tilted. “Poo-Poo?”
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Our beatiful dog resides with my husband’s parents for much the same reason (not to mention we currently abide in about 900 sq.feet)