I tells you friends, toileting in public isn’t fun. Toileting in your own garden is even more of a not fun. “Ziggy Moonbeam, it’s time for the toilet,” they shouts, like it is a big adventure. Then they stands and they does me a watch as my small legs quiver and I does my business.
“That’s a lovely big healthy one young man,” Farver says as he comes over to look at it. Can you imagine the indignity of it, friends? Then he goes and he gets a little bag and he picks it up and I don’t know where it goes but he secrets it away like it never happened, before I even gets to do a sniff on it.
Muvver and Farver get to do their toilets in a secret room and I never gets to do a watch. And that bothers me friends, it does me a big bother, because we are a pack and that isn’t pack behavior.
The Musings & Misadventures of Ziggy Moonbeam 
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