Kick Back

Can one of you explain to me what happened in the backroom?!?

















Louie knows better than to stick around. 

Yeah, it's a turd. So? It's not mine.

While it is Louie's poop, she is the only poop kicker in the house.

I plucked it out with a plastic bag and then spilled poop-water all over the kitchen floor when I picked up the fountain to clean it. Strombeek appeared to be gloating.

I'm not sure if she was attempting to frame Louie or to communicate her displeasure with her diet in a way I couldn't fail to understand.

I got the message Strombeek. Loud and clear.