As if I didn't already have enough of this all over my back yard, daughter Amy brought me some more from her trip to the Oregon Coast.
That looks exactly like Otto! If I could package and sell all of his poop, I'd be a rich woman.
Amy said it started out as little nuggets of "poop", but she left it in the hot car and it melted. Now I have one big dachshund t*rd! I think I'll just keep it around for laughs, somehow I've lost my appetite for chocolate nut toffee.