“It weighed down on me like a rucksack filled with dog turds.”
“Believe me, Athelstan, you can wrap a dog's turd in a cloth of gold but it remains a dog's turd.”
“It looks like a prisoner of war camp to me." Fiona threw her rucksack down in disgust. "I was expecting a five-star hotel at least.”
“Do you know how terrible I felt when Marcus came down and found me sitting there like a turd?”
“I just let it roll. Like a hot turd down a hill.”
“I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.”