September 01, 2005


The other day, I noticed Charlie's poop. I could not figure out what it was or where he had gotten it. Until today. I put it all together five minutes ago when I remembered that in one of his frantic runs down the hall, he knocked over our American flag (we keep it inside during dark and rain). What I saw in his poop was the wing of the eagle that tops our flagpole. Good heavens, that must've hurt on the way out.


Posted by Sarah at September 1, 2005 03:58 PM | TrackBack

Ah...the wonderful world of dog owneership :)

Posted by: Mare at September 2, 2005 01:36 AM

I don't even want to think about it!

Posted by: Pixy Misa at September 2, 2005 09:57 AM