So we got Benny and Jet all situated and they are good boys. They come to me when I go to visit them, and so far, they look like they can replace my lawnmower.
However, they poop a lot. And I mean a lot.
And of course Phoebe thinks these morsels are a delicacy. So now, before I take the dogs out, I have to go shovel sh*t. And I am thinking to myself, why do things never go as planned.
All dads out there, please have a nice Father's day, and hopefully, you don't have to shovel doo doo.
