I like to dump over the trash can so I’m a trash dog!!!
Trash Dog

I like to dump over the trash can so I’m a trash dog!!!
I spilled an entire gallon of dark brown paint and tracked it through my new house.
I ate a bottle of glitter and now my poop sparkles.
I have been playing in the mud. I am not ashamed.
Lexie loves the mud. She usually doesn’t like to play all by herself, but a big storm is an exception. Here she is disappointed that I will not let her into the house after frolicking in the mud for an hour.
(The mule urine was equally bad as skunk spray. Shampoos were no good.)
Sign said: “I soaked myself in mule urine, my favorite perfume, just before attending a wedding. My human partner had to pour vinegar all over me to neutralize the odor.”
My frenchie Rambo farts all the time. So I didn’t think much of it when we were enjoying a snuggle on the couch and he let it rip. Little did I know until I stood up that I got more than I bargained for, in the form of a greasy poop stain on my pants.
I run away at 4 a.m. to eat garbage.
I rolled in crap and have the nerve to act angry when my Dad is giving me a bath.
-Sam