"Ooooh!" I said, as I was catching up on what's been going on with him in the day and a half since I last saw him. What took me by surprise was the end of his email. hehe.
"Dogs keep eating their own feces.
Talk to you later.
Hmmmmm . . .
Definately the first time I've encountered this closing, but what's very sad was my reaction. Far from the expected "Uhhhhh . . . gross!" I found myself thinking "You're so lucky! At least they clean up after themselves!" (Could this be considered Matt starting to get his wish from the previous post?!?!)
My mind drifted to my own bundle of joy - my weiner dog Eva. She's so adorable and always in my face. Let's face it, if she was any less cute I can't promise I'd be willing to take her outside to go to the bathroom 47 times a day. This number would be doubled if she would ask to go out when she needed to - but no. I also get to clean up weiner dog poo from the only 10 square feet of carpet in my house. Sometimes she does this immediatley after she went to the bathroom outside.
I've come to realize that weiner dogs are just high maintenance poop dispensers. Even worse, she's a smart poop dispenser. She's taken the opportunity of the snow outside to do some thinking and it's finally dawned on her. "It's very cold outside. If I go in here it'll be cleaned up immediately and I can get on with my business that much faster"
Why can't she eat her own feces? WHY?!
Ah, yes. She's German. A sadist who enjoys inflicting misery on others and then watching. I'm half German too, though - so I can't hold it against her. In fact, it's kind of cute.
For now, she's lucky that she's the perfect accessory for my hilarious lederhosen at Oktoberfest.
This is Matt and I at Oktoberfest in Denver with our weenies, Olive and Eva.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that Eva shouldn't be surprised if I go out for a pack of cigarettes one night and she never sees me again.