ok; i’m almost sorry, so . . .

if you think the concept of a . . .

“poop-flingin’ monkey”

is funny . . .

keep reading : -)

otherwise,

ABORT ! ! ! ! ! ! !

(disclaimer: there are no “poop-flingin’ monkey”s in this post, however I do feel the image serves as a suitable warning for those who don’t feel up to reading about fecal matters [hehe] - finite)

So there i am, dog-sittin’

good dog . . .

i’ve said that to the dog in question any number of times, because he is - in fact - a good dog, he’s got that proper proportion of butt-head in him to offset his willingness to engage in the
(quote) proper (unquote)
behavior upon your command, and thus provides that which we call personality and consequently endows the goofy grin on a doggy face with an ineffable something that makes us smile along . . .

at any rate,
this dog
after i had left him alone for a relatively
(relative to other instances of dog-in-my-care ‘abandonment’)
short time

shits on the floor

and . . .
(in what i can only assume was an instant of doggy-style [hehe {sorry}] terror/confusion - with regard to his “knowledge” of having performed an improper act)
attempted to consume the evidence

yon jester gets out work on a friday night to find that

it didn’t agree with his stomach

HAHAHA ! ! !

poop-flingin’ monkey’s got nothing on this

lemme tell you:

there’s nothing quite like finding regurgitated crap on the furniture and rugs of your friends when you have assumed the mantle of responsibility for the well-being of a vacated household
(plus, it was dark so i can honestly say that i didn’t find a fair chunk [actually more like a puree {don’t say i didn’t try to warn you} but that’s splitting hairs] of the shit until the next day)

what do you do?

I honestly cannot tell you why I am writing this, unless of course it is in the hope that some of you will giggle, some of you will gag, and maybe one of you will be affected . . .

but dammit, wait ! ! !

I swear that I do want to have a point,
i kin honestly promise that i’ve got me a point,

what’s funny is that at some point i honestly thought a story about dog-shit could help me express something, but then again maybe not

i guess it’s up to you to decide,
something odd happened to me
and now you’ve read about it . . .

i’ve been sitting on this post for a couple of days,
trying to figure out some method by which i could implant something else into it, but there really isn’t anything profound about dog-shit . . .

so ultimately, i guess i just thought i’d share

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