Whatever. I did not lie. I was not constipated on Monday when I wrote the post. I pooped. But then I could not do it again. So mommy made me go to the vet and get an enema.
It is important to note that it has been six months since my last personal private bathroom issue. This is a record. So that should be the headline. Not that I lied.
I do not understand why mommy is so mad at me. I am the one who suffered the indignity of an enema. Followed by a bath. Mommy should feel bad for me and tell me how handsome I am.
Instead, she is yelling about stinky butt. My butt does not stink! She is the one who is lying. Not me! I am honest Emeril.
This is the truth—I am not constipated.