Dobby can be so disgusting. So, here he is, creating a masterpiece on the grass. He’s outside, so far so good. I am on my way to the aviary for a last check before I lock up the poultry.
On my way back, I am startled to see a Dead Dobby on the lawn. He doesn’t usually lay on his side like that.
As I approach, I am able to see that he is breathing. He is also pouffy.
He poufs up a bit more as I approach. I am getting suspicious.
That’s what I was afraid of. He has a “special pillow.”
Ugh. That is really, really gross. For those of you dog owners who are laughing hysterically, STOP.
I’m outta here, Dobby. You just relax over there, and DON’T TOUCH ME!