Today I found a hard round turd in Dwight's crate. I had let him out for the morning, and was studying downstairs while he annoyed the heck out of me by nosing all of my pens off the table, whining, and ringing the bell in an attempt to get me to take him on his morning walk. This was all normal. But I noticed he kept walking into his crate and sniffing the back of it, whining, and then walking back out. I figured maybe he threw up in the middle of the night and was looking for remnants to re-eat. (I know, it's gross, but in the beginning I would clean out his cage every time he threw up by hosing out his blankets in the backyard, and he would spend the rest of the day ringing the bell, asking to be let out in the backyard to re-consume the disgusting chunks in the backyard grass. So I just decided to make it easier on both of us and let him clean up after himself. Dogs in the wild do it...why not.)
But he seemed so disturbed by whatever was in the back of his crate, that I finally got up to see what was bothering him. I look into the cave of his crate, and see a small mass in the back of it. Piece of chewed blanket? Rubber tire? Luckily, I go to the kitchen to grab a paper towel before getting it out, and then realized it was a turd. A hard turd with little teeth marks on it like he tried to get rid of the evidence. I go out to the dumpster to throw it out, and when I got back, he seemed really grateful. Like, he sat down on the couch next to me and licked my arm really hard, for a really long time. He usually is not so affectionate when it is just me and him, for some reason he only feels relaxed enough to cuddle when we are all home, maybe because I am so stressed in the mornings thinking of everything I have to do before I leave the house, which stresses him out too. So I think he really was grateful that I took care of his accident for him.

Anyways, that was a really long exposition on Dwight's turd. But, such is the content of my day. Unless you would like to hear about sitting in class and dozing off, and chewing gum, and drawing on margins, and dozing off...

At this very moment, I would love to go to a comfy, dark bar, with a good amount of other people in it, and drink a gin and juice. With my fakie spy bag. That bag adds such spice to life.