This morning while I was walking Cowboy, he stopped to pee in someone’s front yard. I stood there waiting on him for a moment, then looked down to see that he was peeing on an ant bed. “Hurry up!” I scolded, pulling on his leash and not wanting ants to crawl onto him. He peed a few seconds more, then skipped along.
And then I realized, oh my gosh, those ants are going to die in the worst possible way…
They are going to drown in dog pee.
I still feel bad.
Cowboy doesn’t.
So if you thought your Monday was off to a rough start, think about those poor ants.
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