The Tootsie Roll Bandit Strikes Again

I like dogs, but sometimes even I have to agree they are a little gross. Take Little Dog for instance. When Buddy comes inside from dropping a load in the yard, she has to run over in back of him and stand up on her back legs like a prairie dog and sniff his ass, like the aroma of fresh baked pastries might be coming out of it. I'm sure his ass smells the same as it did before he went outside, maybe even worse because I've smelled what comes out of it, in solid and gassious form. I'd like to think if I am ever reincarnated as a dog, I wouldn't do anything like that. On the other hand, if another dog wanted to sniff my ass, we might work something out.

Little Dog also has other issues. She loves chewing up tissues, especially ones that have been used and are all snotty. Nothing says breakfast like a big bunch of boogers. She also likes chewing up any sort of used feminine hygiene products, if you know what I mean. If you don't know what I mean, you'll just have to wonder, because I'm not going to draw you a picture. Ask your mother or sister, or the woman standing next to you in line at the supermarket next time.

That isn't the only gross thing they do. There's also the issue of tootsie rolls. The kind you find in the litter pan, not the grocery store. Since we got our cat from the shelter we noticed he didn't seem to be using the litter pan. We could see he had been peeing in it, but rarely saw any cat poop. We kept checking to see if he was being bad in a corner or in back of something, but couldn't find anything. The mystery was solved when we found Little Dog chowing down on a cat turd one day.

We assumed she was the only tootsie roll bandit, but then one day I went in the bathroom to brush my teeth and Buddy walked in right after me. At first I thought he was just checking to see what I was doing, then I saw him walk over to the litter pan and look down at it like he was checking out a buffet. Buddy, you are gross.