Since I'm always rolling around with my dog, Mr. Woofers, I'd have to say that my navel lint largely consists of his sheen outer coat and twice mowed thatch from the nearby park.
Mr. Woofers barks and catches the frisbees I toss him. He's a good boy who always waits for the joggers to pass before he makes his boo boo's. I pet him on the head once he's finished.
One time Mr. Woofers saved me from impending doom by barking away a hungry bear. There was a time when he could fit in both of my hands but has since grown to be much larger.
Mr. Woofers likes to chase squirrels up large trees. He would never hurt one if he caught it, only tickle it's belly with his wet nose. He loves to run and play wherever there are people.
Please share with us more stories of your belly button lints. Mr. Woofers and I have been laughing all morning and afternoon and can't wait to see the mailman. Bye bye everyone.
Kisses and tailwags troops,
Mr. Woofers
