Happiness. It's relative.
Hello. I am Swirl.

Yesterday, I ate a frozen mouse. I found it in the snow. Actually, under the snow. Like the mouse was in an avalanche. He was flat like one of those rawhide things but with a lot of fur that was brown.
The lady yelled at me to drop it so I had to eat it extra fast. She could have grabbed it out of my mouth but she got scared because of my teeth. So I just chomped on it a couple of times, like how people eat oysters, and let it slide down the chute, as they say.
Last week, I ate a dead bird and I threw up all over the place all day long. It was fresh, though, or freshly rotten. I smelled it. Not what I threw up. The bird, that’s what was rotten. Well, it was all rotten.
The mouse was better than the bird. The man said he saw the tail when he was cleaning up the yard.

Swirl: Please come down to Connecticut and share in my winter feast of raccoon poop. There is more than I can handle alone and some woman keeps yelling at me to stop.
Grace
Swirl says he would be on his way because the racoon poop sounds incredible but his people won’t give him airfare.
Ah well.
Love it..written in a true doggie voice. And, what a beautiful dog.
You wouldn’t believe some of the things our dogs have eaten. And it doesn’t make them sick.
Oh – I’d believe it. It’s insane what this dog has eaten. Yet, they stay alive. Right? LOL
On a positive note, he is leaving inside items alone. That’s a good thing right?