If you are grossed out easy, don't read this.
My darling Malcolm MacManx has a *ahem* dingleberry problem because of his not quite long, definitely not short, fur around his back end. So sometimes we have to help him out and clean him up. Sometimes we miss one. My dear Gabby dog also has a habit of picking them up off the ground (if it actually falls) and hiding them. No, I don't know why.
Well, this evening, I was walking through the living room, I spied a petrified one in the corner.
"Bug, pick that up and throw it away please." I said.
He picks it up and takes a few steps towards me and says "What is it?"
All of a sudden, he realizes what it is and tosses it into the air, squealing like a little horrified piglet and then CLAMPS HIS HANDS over his mouth. YEP, the SAME hand that was just HOLDING the petrified dingleberry.
Sharky and Bear are going "What? What?" and I'm laughing too darn hard to explain it but I did tell Bug to get his hand off his mouth. The look on his face was priceless.
And yes, the dingleberry was disposed of properly...
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