I knew it as soon as I opened the door to the garage this morning. Spot whizzed past my leg and into the kitchen at 90 miles per hour headed straight for the food dish.
Crap, I thought out loud, Spot was trapped in the garage all night. I immediately smelled confirmation.
He pooped.
I quickly checked the roof of my Jeep, pleased to find nothing. I looked around some more and eventually located his "revenge" behind the washer.
Dark Night
8 years ago
2 comments:
Out, out, damned Spot!
HA HA HA HA HA, you crack me up sister!
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