I’m in my den reading, when Fleegle, the chocolate Lab, walks in. “Hello, Mr. Stinky Butt,” I say, using one of my many endearments for him.
“My butt doesn’t stink,” he says. “I can reach around and lick it. It’s always clean.”
“So that’s what that goobering sound is in the middle of the night that wakes me.”
“Yep, doesn’t stink one bit. In fact I try to keep other dogs clean too by licking their butts. You’re the one with the stinky butt because you can’t reach yours. You want me to help you with that?”
“Um, no, but thanks. I think I’ll just continue to stink, if that’s okay with you.”
“I don’t mind, Raud, because I love you with or without your stinky butt.”
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Gnawing the Bone 
awh! reminds me of one of the arguments I have with my dog. He thinks I should do my share and contribute to the marking of the territory when we’re out walking. Ain’t gonna happen.
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Reblogged this on Linda's wildlife garden and commented:
awesome thanks for sharing
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That is funny!
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