I Want Wings!
I brought a dead bird for Omar. When he saw it he let out a high-pitched yelp and covered his mouth. I thought he’d enjoy some fine dining, since he doesn’t seem to have any discernible hunting skills — I’m not judging, but one can only go so long on rice and bread. Rather than eat it, though, he wanted to play. I could tell by the way he lunged for it, so I snatched it before he could reach it and ran circles around the yard. When I finally let him have it, he threw it on the roof of the house! I immediately went inside and pooped in a hidden corner. He spent the rest of the evening saying, “Russ, do you smell dog poop? I keep getting a whiff of dog poop.” Russ ignored him and kept writing another one of his posts.