Reminds of a family reunion ten years ago. Grandparents house is packed with aunts, uncles and cousins and after supper both bathrooms are in use. Couldn't wait so I grab some paper towels and make a trip to a nearby wooded area. It's pitch dark so I stomp around to make sure I don't get a stick up my ass before dropping a huge deuce. Next morning by the warm fireplace my creepy pervert uncle is letting his miniature dachshund deep tongue him in the mouth. I shudder in disgust as I've seen this dog lick it's own asshole clean. My uncle suddenly stopped and demands to know if I shat in the woods last night. I answer, " Ya, where else could I go with both bathrooms full?" "Well, my dog ate your shit and I can taste it, at least cover it up". I kept a straight face as I replied, "kinda hard to do when it's an emergency, I have no light an no shovel. Not like I had a plan." So my asshole uncle got to taste my shit but later I started thinking. How did he know it was my shit?