Excuses, always with the excuses. But I’m so sleepy. I’m so old. It’s so early. It’s so cold. I really have to stop and smell this grass right here. And right here. Also here. Now I must relieve myself. Not really. Actually now. Oh, I’m a poor crippled dog, see how I’m limping? I might be more motivated if there were a better selection of cat poop.

Cat poop consumed: no

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