Priss was ok with Iris visiting every afternoon with Grandmommy. But she draws the line at Miller, who she just met for the first time last week. Their meeting did not go well, though it was all her and no fault of Miller's. Following that encounter, she expressed her dislike via feces on the placemat that my mom keeps on the floor to put the dog bowls on. She repeated her act on my bare floor last night. Gives a whole new meaning to "WHAT THE POOP?!?"
No comments:
Post a Comment