Redhawk Caldera This castle is in unacceptable condition!

Now that Titmouse was trapped, his range of motion was quite limited. Elwood watched with an amused expression as the boy continued to flail, managing to turn himself over onto his back between his godfather's forelegs. His gaze was focused on Titmouse's tiny, flexing toes, so he didn't realize what was brewing in the pup's gut until it was right in front of him.

There was suddenly a strong smell, and Elwood wrinkled his nose and looked down. Right on the ground, centimeters from the grey fur of his chest, was a miniature puppy turd. "Oh...nice one," he groaned, pushing himself up into a sitting position to avoid getting it on himself. He then picked Titmouse up by the scruff to move him away from his own feces, plopping him down near his siblings in order to give his rear end a quick bath.