I lost visual contact with The Dog on our morning w-a-l-k today. I found him licking a highly suspect pile of s**t of an unidentified provenance behind a rock wall. Though he happily answered The Command to return to the fold... i.e. by My Exalted Side for the rest of our w-a-l-k... I did have to inform the Recalcitrant Animal that licking said stuff DOES NOT HELP an already vociferously bad breath. I don't think it soaked in. Gads.
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