Me: Hmm, Spark. I'm thinking that wasn't poop. Maybe it was a rock. Weird.
Spark: Pant pant pant.... (You didn't think my dog actually talked, did you?)
On my way back by I noticed that the poop/rock had slid into a dimly lit area. Surprise! It was a snail. After getting over feeling horrible, I uprighted him (without the offensive use of the poop-protecting leaf). He seemed OK.
And that's why you should mind your own business while walking your dog.
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Haaa, poor little guy.
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