Immediately upon finishing eating dinner:
“You know, Troubadour ate cat poop today.”
“Oh my God! Why didn’t you tell me that BEFORE he grabbed my sandwich?” Pausing. “Ugh. I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Well, you cut off the bad end, didn’t you?”
“I think I did, but I can’t be sure I didn’t turn the sandwich around when I got to the kitchen.”
“You didn’t eat the poop-breath end.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because you only started to feel sick when you thought you’d eaten it.”
“For future reference, please let me know when the puppy has eaten cat shit BEFORE he grabs my food. Thanks.”
