After two hours in traffic, I come home to this:
"Ender rolled in some stinky animal poo. I hosed him off (it was mostly on his neck.) But you might not want to cuddle him tonight! Sorry..."
I swear he rolls in poo every few weeks. I think I will start calling him Dookiehead, as it might be more fitting than Ender.
UPDATE: I took Ender out for the evening and he just peed on his leg. WTF.
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