It all started with slight stomach illness, maybe not even an illness, but liquid poop. Always a pleasure to scrap up into a bag. As we continued to the park, Shea ran around like the jolly jumping bean. After chasing the ball with endless enthusiasm, his nose lead him to the softball infield. I was thinking he may have smelled the t-ballers who play here on the weekends, but a closer looked proved me wrong. He smelled the deer that was walking around early in the day. Like the bounty hunter, I could figure that out by the hoof prints!
The hooves led to Shea to a little prize. I ran over when I saw him start licking the ground. He must have found a Fruit Roll-Up wrapper or something. A favorite childhood snack, I can see why he would be licking at that. But, low and behold, he was licking a nice, thick pile of deer crap. My non-poop eating dog was enjoying a poopscicle! I thought we left that to the little Diggy-like dogs.
Luckily, Shea was deterred when I shouted his name (I wonder if Diggy is so easily redirected). Shea did what every normal dog that just licked some poop would do. He found some muddy water to wash it down with.
Don't worry, for your sake, I won't post pictures of the deer poop. And, for the sake of my gag reflex, I won't post the pictures of Shea's first or second liquid poop.
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