If I wasn’t a shop dog, I’d totally be able to get a job as a janitor. No crumb uneaten, no floors unlicked, I’d make the place spotless!
That’s why when the ponies are done painting for the day they call me in.
I find every little speck of dropped grain!
Boy those ponies are wasteful!
Now that my belly’s full with pony grain, I think I’ll head out to the pasture. I’m sure the ponies have left some stinky presents for me out there. They’re very thoughtful like that.
Check out what my pony friends painted over on the Trick Ponies Blog.