How Could I Forget?

Ben reminded me that I should make note of how My Bologna, at our first stop at Grandma and Grandpa Lansing's farm, went outside, chased a cat, and enthusiastically rolled around in fresh green/brown cow poop. He came back to the house with the shit clumped from the top of his head all down the length of his back. He seemed so happy despite (because of?) the stench. He was not so happy when Ben and Gunker had to hose him down.