Disney World what? According to Gertie and Duke, The Farm, not the Disney park, is the happiest place on earth. 
The shirt says it all.
They romped and stomped and bounded. They impersonated a thundering herd. They hunted mice in a staccato duet–Gertie: pounce, lunge, point and freeze. Duke: spring, stomp, freeze–alert. Back and forth.
They sipped from the pond at sunrise and splashed in the muddy waters.
They were wild things, running free.
And even after this:
They were lovey dogs in the big red truck:
But after the ears-flapping-in-the-wind, jowls-bouncing joy came the make-me-gag, Could-You-Be-More-Disgusting? incident. Apparently, during his third trip to the farm, when I was so proud that he was bold enough to explore the woods on his own, Duke ate some deer dung. But I didn’t notice when he emerged from the woods, when I could have washed his mouth out in the pond. No, I didn’t find out until later–when he barfed it up on the living room carpet. I will spare you the details, but something meant to come out the back end of a wild animal projecting from the front end of a dog is just as gross as you would imagine. And I spent more than an hour blotting the carpet. Ugh. But I suppose it was worth it for all of that happiness; I’ve just told Duke that if he’s going to eat poop, he should have the decency to keep it down.
What’s the most disgusting thing your dog has done?
