This morning Togo's poop had a revolting sock and a shredded scrunchie in it. We've been looking out for these since Togo the washing machine ate them. It's been 4 anxious days, but now at least they're out.
Disgusting, you say?. Hey, at least you didn't have to clean it up. (Neither did I, haha. Togo Daddy did. Thanks, dear.)