scat.

some people don't like hallowe'en.
probably because they're weak sauce waterbaby a-holes.
i mean, c'mon;
pumpkin lantern faces?
candy? from strangers??
there's pretty much nothing lame about the hallowe'en season,
except maybe when purple and green got added to the color scheme.
who thought that was a good idea?
all i know is, we're havin' a haunted house party;
because we don't just like hallowe'en,
we love it. hard.

does a bear sh!t in the woods?
yep,
and near the woods too.
my dogs got a little backyard butt-nasty in some doo-doo butter.
really.

those canine senses, ya'll.
they can sniff out a frost-covered puddle of turkey turds from a mile away...
and then they roll in it so deepdish dirty and grit grimey.
awfully awful, my ninjas.
word.
dogs may pull you from a burnin' building,
whiff out drugs and bombs,
or bite some home invaders,
but,
they will also doo-doo some pretty f*'ed up freaky sh!t, too.
because they can, as the story goes, y'heard.
canis lupis familiaris,
our 4-legged battle-beast companions,
i'm sayin', when they stop, drop, and roll in some vulture vomit and possum pee,
they make me so stressed,
they give ME a diaperload of  'rrhea, too, sometimes.
i'm willin' to bet they'll roll in that, as well.

doo-doo, kids.
on their faces.
flippin' great.

today was one of the easiest easygoing days i've had in a minute.
a quick reprieve before sunday, my ninjas,
that's when the sojourn to sodaland gets crackin'.
birthday funtimes, an' that...
who's tryin' to hang out?
i'll be all up in, at, and over there,
in hamden, old lyme, new haven, trumbull,
and wherever else the ebb and flow of cookie-cuttin' seahorsery takes me;
connecticut is SO 'buttery, y'heard?
never quiet, never soft...