Sunday’s with Ollie

The great escape. That’s what it was. I’m pretty slick at slipping past my humans when they go out the front door. Most of the time I’m seen right away, but on this day I slipped right past my Tom. He never noticed. So off I wander sniffy the flowers in my Connie’s garden. I give them a little scent of my own to leave behind. I look up to see Tom coming down the driveway. He is still oblivious to my escape, as he looks through the mail in his hands. He enters the house and closes the door behind him. So after a while, I wander off to the backyard sniffing out the scent of all the other animals that live outside my house. I feel like I’m on an adventure as I wander into the neighbors yards. I come across some bird doo and can’t resist the urge to roll in it. Then I see a cat and chase it away catching a sniff of what it left behind, yum, cat doo taste pretty good. I wander off some more, coming across some rabbit turds. Oh this is one of my favorite delicacy. After my fill, I roll in this too, only I get a little carried away with my rolling when I feel something ewe gooey on my head. I turn to investigate, it’s dog poop. I rub around on the grass trying to get it off me.

I head home just in time as my Connie pulls into the driveway. She sees me and stops instantly opening the door knowing I’ll jump in. As I excitedly walk across her lap, I stop to lick her and she sees the evidence on my lips and pushes me off her onto the other seat. “Ew! Oh my gosh Ollie you smell like you were rolling in a field of manure.” I run in the house and My Connie grabs me before I get to the rug. There Tom is relaxing on his lazy boy recliner.

 “Tom! Ollie was outside running louse.”

“What! How’d he get out?” He says.

“I don’t know, but I can’t even grab his collar it has poop all over it.

“I always did say he was a shit head,” Tom laughs. My Connie doesn’t see the hummer in it.

Next thing I know I’m getting a bath. By the end, all the wonderful scents I rolled in were gone. I guess we can all get a little carried away with our indulgence at times. When we do the enjoyment of our act becomes overpowered by the scent, and we don’t even get to enjoy the long lasting flavor of our experience. I gotta say though, “ hot-diggity-dog,” I had a dog-gone good time anyway.