Look at that mug. Isn't Dolce Vita Evans handsome? (Although, I think he does look a touch guilty.) He been known to wear collars with just a little too much sparkle. A little too much gold lame. And who says boy dogs can't wear pink? Maybe it is his love of feminine colors that enhances his need to assert his masculinity by adorning himself in poo.
Last night, the poo was unknown. Sometimes you can tell it is a deer or an elk, or alternatively, a dead fish. But last night, the jury was out. I just knew he stunk. And he had little chunks of an unidentified substance on his neck and side. This is not a Bon Lemon approved accessory. We are all about creativity, but nobody likes the stinky guy.
So we cleaned Dolce up, reminded him he was currently sporting a very tough, hunter orange collar, and needn't be rolling in poo again. We'll see if he heeds our advice. My money is on no.
That's pretty Dolce Vita Evans. Pretty gross.
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