So The Corgi got all sneaky on us last night.
She weasled her way out of the back door
and was caught rumpusing in the yard with no supervision…
Gettin’ all down with her wolf ancestral heritage and stuff.
On the way home,
I told The Boyo that she smelled like slugs.
Which is a little weird;
not that she smells like lilacs normally,
but slug is a unique olfactory assault.
(If you’ve lived in the Pacific Northwest, you know exactly what I mean)
Guess what was found half-digested this morning?
Apparently she has a thing for escargot.
No more wild invertebrate rumpusmunch for you, Little Dog.