Flinging was an enjoyable activity between friends, but there were proper places and moments to do so. It wasn’t acceptable to interrupt a senior dog’s sleep, their meal, their conversation, or current pursuit. However, when friends were alone and bored, we’d fling away.

You may ask, what did we fling? I will say it plain. We would fling feces. I’m sure the dogs of your world would too if they had the use of their paws, as we do. We loved the smell and the splat. This was the equivalent of a pie or snowball fight, but much more civilized. No one got hurt and food wasn’t wasted.


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