The Poopy Puppy Pouch of Death

Me: “What’s that smell?” Mike: “Smells like swiss cheese.” Me: “It smells like POOP!” And so it begins. Pondering the puzzling putrescence that pounded our perceptions. I hadn’t been in the basement for the past few days. So putting my bike away after sailing was my first exposure to the fetid odor that clung to the […]

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