I always use a bag of frozen corn to ice Maeby's knees after our walks. One night this week, I forgot to take it away from her and put it back in the freezer. Major woops. I stepped out for a minute to pick up a friend from the airport, and when I came home I was welcomed by the faint scent of sweet corn.
Inside her ex-pen, I found the bag. Torn open. With only half the corn remaining.
And then Maeby pooped corn for the next 3 days straight.
So now, not only is she a circus dog. She's a corn dog. My sweet, yellow corn-pooping corn dog.
On another non-poop related note, we had a BBQ this past weekend to celebrate Memorial Day. Maeby loves company and had a blast being an attention whore. The cool thing was, nobody could tell which leg she had surgery on!
Okay so here's our Week 10 video:
