Monday, February 16, 2009

It's Called Coprophagy. And it's delicious!

Thank you Mr. Deer, and all the rest of your kind. I sincerely appreciate the delectable treats you leave in such abundance. It's like I have hundreds of Easter bunnies leaving me candy eggs every day.

I will assume that my nightly patrols and fearsome barks are scaring the shit out of you.

1 comment:

Who am I today? said...

Pancho, no kisses for you. I'm just, it's not. It really really isn't delicious.