Every day I go out into the world and am forced to battle with a 90-pound beast during her relentless quest to consume all varieties of fecal matter. I never remember my childhood dogs eating shit. Perhaps they did, and I was too busy building snow tunnels or running away from giant moose to notice such happenings. Growing up on an acreage, I was subjected to many gross farm-things, so it’s difficult to remember
You put up with so much shit....