She spotted it before I did, that sun-baked piece of crispy poo. She lunged, I was too slow. "No. No. Drop it!".....she paused, mid swallow, and just stared at me. I could see part of it peaking out from between her teeth......should I pry her jaws open and scoop it out like I would with most things she picked up off the street? I hesitated. She blinked, then spat it out.
Never underestimate the practical aplications of basic training.
#poopeatter aka Sam.