Or, a mutt who s in your car:::The children and I adopted her, but, had to bring her back in a fortnight with a stool sample. er wouldn't , but, I took her over anyway for the check out. I don't know how the it happened, but, I get there, take her out of the back seat, take her inside. "Where's the stool sample, sir?"
"She wouldn't go. I'm sorry."
"You'll have to bring one back tomorrow, sir. We have to have it."
"Fine."
They check her out. I leash her back up and go out to the Olds. Open the back door to let her in and there sits a pile of soft serve on the cloth seat. Wet and perfectly formed. And white because she was upset. I swear to God it was not there, I'd a seen it.
me.
That in' dog.