I'll skip the back story and show you where we are.
That's how a dog would do it.
You have to smell my feet if you wanted to know where I've been.
We are gravely outnumbered.
We are herbivores, they are carnivores.
We're doomed, we're all doomed.
At least the dogs will get to me,
before the worms ever do.
Currently, they number 22. I think.
Twenty-two, that's a lot of poo.
I love them all. I have a lot of favorites.
That's what keeps me from killing us all.
Boy, am I dark today.
On to the cute dog pictures...
