Do you guys remember that poem where some guy is walking in the sand and
then for a while God is carrying him?  It is called foot prints in the
sand?
 
It was a lovely poem, or story.  And it was stating that God is always here
for us.
 
Today, I walked into the bedroom, and some stinker had pooped on the
carpet.  I came back with towel and alcohol to clean it up.  Baby Sunny
Rhino Mud was ambling along, and pranced through the poops before I could
grab him.
 
He left in his wake really smelly poopy paw prints on my tan carpet before
I could get him to the sink for yet another bath.
 
????What would YOUR very first thought have been???
 
I instantly thought that there should be a ferret poem entitled:
 ' Poop prints in the carpet..'
 
Do I need thair-ah-pee?
Lisette
[Posted in FML issue 3036]