We had to be in Portland this morning to help out Megan. When we got home, Timber had been sick. Poor baby. He’s really feeling rotten tonight.
We walk the dogs every night and over at the high school on the weekends, the geese flock there and well, they leave their poop everywhere.
Sometime during evolution, goose poop became a delicacy. The sushi of canines. We try our best to keep his head held high but he is quick. He can see a goose poop from 100 yards out and trick us so that he can scoop it up faster than we can move.
We’re pretty certain goose poop isn’t on his limited ingredient diet and tonight, Timber is paying the piper.