Why Dogs Eat Poop

image“But Mooo-oom…” whined the young pup. “It smells terrible-like it needs to be buried.”

“Don’t you speak like a cat to me,” his mother scolded. “You eat your poop like a good boy.”

The young pup groaned and gave a whiff at the steaming nuggets on the lawn. He tried to scratch some grass over it when he thought his mom was looking at the other pups, but she had seen him. He collapsed on the ground and tried to play dead.

“Do you know why we eat our poop?” His mother asked gently. He closed his eyes pretending to be asleep. She lay down next to him and gave a roll. Her pup giggled and rolled with her until both of them were panting and had bits of leaf stuck in their fur.

“Okay,” he sighed when they had caught their breath. “Why do we eat poop?” His mother smiled.

“How do our humans bring food home for the pack?” His mom asked. The pup shrugged. “In noisy white sacks,” he answered.

“Exactly,” she said. “And when we go on walks and make poop in another pack’s yard, what does our human do?” The pup’s eyes widened. “They pick it up with the same sacks!”

“Yes, pup. Now you can see why we must eat our poop.” His mother sat up and looked wise. “Those sacks are made for holding all good things. Chicken bones and meat packages go in those sacks and also kept from us. Those sacks are for the choice foods that humans would keep for themselves.”

“But I’ve never seen the humans eat it.” The pup was still hoping for a crack in the logic that would save him.

“That’s because they don’t want to share,” his mother answered. “That’s why they carry on so when they see us eating it ourselves. They are greedy.” The pup looked down at his duty and sighed.

“It makes sense,” he said. “But I still don’t like it.” His mother gave him licks behind his ear. “There’s my good boy,” she smiled. “And once you’ve finished it make sure to give our human a lick on the nose to show him you got some. Maybe one day he will get the message and share.”

The pup nodded and finished his meal, secretly wishing he were a cat.

Note: Please forgive me. This story came to roost in my head while I was walking my dog and it would only leave me alone if I locked it on a page. I argued against it but as usual, the story won. This is a rough draft, still steaming, and I welcome suggestions.

About Angela Yuriko Smith

Angela Yuriko Smith is an American poet, publisher and author. Her first collection of poetry, In Favor of Pain, was nominated for an 2017 Elgin Award. Her latest novella, Bitter Suites, is a 2018 Bram Stoker Awards® Finalist. Currently, she publishes Space and Time magazine, a 53 year old publication dedicated to fantasy, horror and science fiction. For more information visit SpaceandTimeMagazine.com or AngelaYSmith.com.
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