It all started out innocent enough. Rufus and I were outside having a grand old time playing The Best Game Ever.
When out of the corner of his eye, he spotted IT.
Ooooh, I may look sweet and innocent...
He tried SO HARD to resist the temptation.
But, alas, Rufus has the self-control of an eight-year-old child, and the poo was CALLING HIS NAME.
Poo is to Rufus what catnip is to kitties. See the possessed-Rufus-eye?
I think it's safe to say he was very pleased with his new cologne.
Where was Stella during all of this, you might ask?
Off somewhere being stoic.