I've been telling my husband for quite a while now that his dog is a turd eater. For the longest time, I've had the suspicion that she rummages through the litter box as if it was her own personal buffet, but I never could quite catch her at it. Many was the time that she would wander from the corner of the room in which the box was kept, though I never actually saw her grazing. Being the man who paid a princely sum for this ball of fur, my guy has refused to believe that these allegations were true. I insisted that the very last time I saw her from the corner of my eye grazing in the box I was in the same room, just not looking in her direction. I promptly scolded her, of course, but I think sometimes the temptation is just too great for her.
Sometimes Shitfaced.
Finally, yesterday while eating lunch, my husband says to me, "Did you happen to notice there is litter in the dog's water bowl?"
Hmmmm.
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