...we were bad, bad, bad. Well...according to Mommy and Daddy anyway. Last night when Mommy came to give me kisses, she noticed that the top of my head smelled grody. She couldn't figure out why it smelled like fertilizer. She knew I would never roll in my own meadow muffin. So why was it that my head smelled that way? She washed my head and my mane and still wondered where the smell had come from. There was something off about Sierra too. You see when she goes out back to potty, she comes racing back into the house. But last nite was a different story. Sierra was outside forever. Then Daddy remembered something. Earlier in the day he had given organic citrus fertilizer to our lemon and lime trees. Of course I had to roll in it. So that is where the grody smell on my head came from and the reason why Sierra was out back for so long. Silly Daddy...we couldn't help ourselves. So we really weren't bad, were we? I mean if it smelled so good then we weren't really that bad. But from now on we promise to stay far, far away from the citrus trees.
The Stare Down
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