Tuesday, August 21, 2007

After the storm

Last week I let Roya out to potty and when I called she had white stuff all over her head.  I reluctantly examined it more closely.  It appeared...sticky.  I touched it (not always a wise idea with things dogs choose to cover themselves with) and cautiously gave it a sniff.  FROSTING!! It was FROSTING! She wasn't too pleased about the mess on her face.  I looked out the front and discovered that quite a storm must have rolled through the previous night, scattering garbage and cans across the yard.  In one of those cans were the sad remains of a DQ ice cream cake, and of course, where there is edible trash, there will be dogs.