It was inevitable.
This morning, I stopped in the middle of crossing a busy intersection to poop.
When you're my age, and you gotta go, you just go.
No one rushed me. I did one of my patented traveling poops, spread the wealth around a little, just to make it harder for the human to pick it all up while traffic waited for us.
There was laughter.
A view of the world from the perspective of Storm, a fourteen year old German shepherd.
About Me
- Storm
- I am a fourteen year old solid black German shepherd who lives with Lesli, who is a relapsing workaholic. We met when I was four weeks old, in September 2000. I picked her and we've been together since. You can reach me through my human at ltomlin@cogeco.ca.
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