I will not roll in dead stuff ever again.
I will not roll in dead stuff ever again.
I will not roll in dead stuff ever again.
I will not roll in dead stuff ever again.
Not because it got me in trouble.
Not because it got me a bath.
Not because it got Mom all agitated about it.
But, because it made me smell really bad and I couldn't get away from it! I went rolling while Mom was re-screening the front door. When she caught me, I had to go on my front yard tie down. And I had to sit there and smell myself. It was gross. Nasty. Icky. Not fun. It made me drool.
Just a little at first. Then, I continued to drool and my glemmies grew.
They got almost all the way to the ground! That's some great elasticity! Finally, I had enough and I wiped them on the ground.
Once the glemmies were gone and Mom was done fixing the screen, I got cleaned up. Talk about a rough day!
Wags and Wiggles,
Dagan
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