They got him as a puppy last August. My dad, never much of a cuddler with us kids, now carries Petey around the house speaking a type of man-baby talk that I don’t remember ever hearing come out of his mouth before. He and Petey even take naps together every afternoon.
But on a recent visit, I discovered Petey’s fatal flaw. His most favorite snack is…(pause for dramatic effect)…his own poo.
“Right on,” I thought. “I never did that!” I may still win this popularity contest.
You really have to keep an eye on the guy when you take him out for walks. He’s smart. He’ll run to a spot where you can’t see him, do his business, and then munch away on it directly. If I’m making you a little sick with my description, I’m sorry, but imagine my pain in having to witness this little horror scene every day of my two-week visit.