[BGmusic: After Hours by We Are Scientists]
Quote for the day:
“I would do anything for love,
I’d run right into hell and back.”- Meat Loaf, I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That)
I had an epiphany last night.
WARNING: THIS POST MAY BE A LITTLE GROSS FOR MANY READERS.
As the household’s official poop-scooper, I took my dog out for her to do her business like I do on most nights.
Because of her current situation, she’s been eating the worst smelling dog food on the face of the earth. Aaaand the change in her diet obviously had a direct effect on her excrement.
Before when she was on dry food, her crap came in cute little lumpy stumps [see Mr. Hankey]. But now with her PHP50/day magic in a can, they look like black moist Play-Doh snakes [I can't get hold of an image that could capture what they look like; let's just say that I've never seen sh*t like that in my entire life].
I’m not the kind of person who likes waiting around, but since she’s so cute that even when she’s doing her thing you can’t help but go “kyaaa” even a little, I didn’t mind so much. As I watched her answering nature’s call, and I noticed that she was taking longer than usual to get her business done. I guess the muscles down there aren’t as strong as they used to be.
