This morning during my walk with dad around Echo Park lake, a pigeon pooped on me. I don’t know if it was aiming for me (I can’t recall doing anything bad to this particular pigeon in the past) or it was just a happy accident for the pigeon to actually make a direct hit… but I got pooped on. Dad wasn’t pleased, so right after the walk we went over to KCs house (we’ve been watering their grass while Heidi was away) and I got an impromptu shower with the hose. Grrrr…. I hate the hose. It doesn’t seem like a “real” bath and did I mention it’s cold???
No photos because mom wasn’t there but trust me – it’s better that way.
Love,
Bogart
Poor Bogart. At least it washes off. Mama is always worried that when the goosies fly over us they will drop a bomb onto us, hehehehe. They have lots bigger poo than a pigeon.
Luv & Wirey Hugs!
Butchy & Snickers
Mom keeps trying to tell me it means good luck or something…. maybe good luck for the pigeon, not so much for me!
Love,
Bogart
hey bogart,
in my country believe, if a pigeon/bird/something up there poop on somebody/doggie, it means luck and those “lucky” hooman will proceed to buy lottery hoping they’ll win!
so, did you buy lottery??
wet wet licks
Boo
I’m buying a lottery ticket as we speak.
Thanks Boo!
Love,
Bogart
Eww, that sounds yucky. You were very lucky there was no camera there! I can’t see how that can ever be lucky.
Licks
Oscar x