Man’s best friend

While a toddler in Whitewater, KS I was playing in my back yard. Still going through the process of potty training, I wasn’t exactly sure where I was supposed to go. Numerous times I saw my dog, Bogie (man’s best friend), go #2 outside. I thought that would be an interesting thing to try. So I pooped outside. Little did I know that my mother’s ever watchful eye was upon me, she yelled at me to stop. Man
s best friend quickly took care of the evidence (clean version of him eating it) so that I could come off without getting in trouble. That was a lesson a learned that would do me well for later in life, if their’s no evidence, there’s no crime.

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