This is all about dogs taking shits. If that sort of thing grosses you out, don’t read it.
I walked out into the backyard, and got the dog-shit-picker-upper-thing out of the place where it lives. I carried it to the lawn, and began using it for its prescribed purpose.
After a couple of scoops, Marlowe joined me on the lawn. “You guys sure do poop a lot,” I said. She looked at me with sweet eyes and a pibble smile.
I continued to pick up their dirty, sinful business, and Riley arrived. She surveyed the situation, and decided to take a huge shit in the middle of the yard. “Thanks for not waiting until I put this away, Piles,” I said.
I turned my back to her and worked my way toward the back of the lawn. The sun was warm on my back, a very light breeze rustling the leaves on the camphor trees.
I turned around just in time to see Marlowe eating Riley’s poop.
“Goddammit, Marlowe! Stop eating shit!” I said.
She took a few steps away from me, looking guiltily back over her shoulder. “That is so gross, dude. Don’t do that!”
She looked at me, hunched her back, and pooped. I’m pretty sure she was thinking, “I’m sorry. Here, let me put it back.”