Wow, that's a lot of poop.
Smuckers was left alone in the house again. Master walked out with the giant, white, pointy frisbee under his arm, so the house would probably be empty for a while. Smuckers curled up on the Billabong Launch Board Shorts that master had left on the floor and fell asleep, dreaming doggy dreams. When he woke up it was dark outside and Master still wasn't home. 'Oh well,' thought Smuckers, 'I guess I better let him know how I feel about this."