Poop

Oprah devoted an entire show to poop this week. So, in recognition of the Hermes rejected queen of daytime and her subject "du jour," I make note of a tragic event this evening. As Maddie and I were walking through the Palais Royale, I extended her leash - giving her room to roam. I never aniticipated she'd stop to gobble a mound of red feces piled in the street.

I started to vomit. As Maddie licked her lips, I dragged her the next few feet in disgust. "What is her problem?" I thought. As soon as we returned home, I wiped her mouth out with baby wipes usually reserved for her paws. No kisses from her this evening!