I come home after a long day at work to find two cats and one dog huddled in a circle staring at a small, singular piece of poop on the floor.
"To whom does this small, singular piece of poop belong?" ask I.
All eyes solemnly turn to me and then back to the floor. No confessions are forthcoming.
"To whom does this small, singular piece of poop belong?" ask I.
All eyes solemnly turn to me and then back to the floor. No confessions are forthcoming.