Hi, my name is Jake and I’m an emotional pooper.
Some eat when things get stressful. Some smoke, drink, shop, cry, whatever. Jake poops. At the vet, meatballs for everyone! When I leave the house with Melvin only, hey mudroom, meatballs for you! In the buggy on walks when he see’s prey but realizes he’s strapped in, this buggy needs some meatballs!
This morning, we had a mobile pet spa come and give both boys baths. They take them out to the van one at a time. Melvin went first. Jake was so wounded to see Melvin taken away that he started howling. As he howled… meatballs started shooting out. I mean he must feel things pretty deeply for his bowels to be reached.
Oh poor Jake!! But that is funny. Whee poop when whee are scared or when whee are happy or . . . well whee poop a lot too!
Hahahah! He would fit right in over there!
Pug is the same way!! When he gets all worked up those turds start flying out.
Oh you little, wonky-legged dogs!
We were separated at birth. He’s just like me !
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HAHAHAHAHA! I am going to keep this in mind the next time you are sitting on or near my couch.