OK, I'm a little late with the groundhog's day jokes, but I've been busy. I don't care if it's "played out" or whatever the kids of today would say with their sardonic, slacker-ways. I'm going for it... whatever "it" is.
So, much like we do every February 2nd, Punxsutawney Pea emerged from her hovel and came out into the yard. She was a bit bleery-eyed due to her slumber...
but the crisp, cold, winter air quickly woke her up. She looked about the yard and I waited in breathless anticipation.
Her shadow was right behind her, but instead she spotted a pile of poop and ran off to snack on the frozen treat. I chastised her a bit, but she didn't really seem to care.
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So glad that Lucy is not the only foul beast with a taste for poop. It's the grossest thing ever. Or not--even grosser is when she pukes it back up.
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