So Savvy's a good girl this morning, comes with me through the rain and mist to the edge of the woods and does her business.
I go inside to fetch her breakfast, come back 60 seconds later and can't find her. She's a homebody, a front-porch pup who never wanders. I walk out in bare feet, in a mild panic as I call for her.
She's in the bushes next to the porch. Digging up BadCat's newly-deposited business. And of course, being a Lab, she's eating it.
I yell at her to "drop it" and shuffle her inside.
Interesting how she looks for cover to do her own poop, but is willing to eat cat-, deer-, dog-, or you-name-it-poop.
Is this me, Lord? Hiding my own sins but quick to dig up others? Taking a sick nourishment from someone else's fall?
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