The Rolling Dog.

The Connie: Hooligan was at the big park today. And he roll himself on the grass.  Then we went by later and he roll it again!

Daughter: Well, he is a dog.

The Connie: But it’s yucksy pooey with goose poops there! SO I had to wash him. And I took a big bottle of water and wash him in the parking lot. People were all staring and taking photos. But I don’t care cause I don’t want a goose poops in my car.

Daughter: Only vodka in your car, right?

The Connie: Yes, only vodka.