It wasn't even 6 oclock this morning and already I'd changed a diaper and cleaned up (dog) puke. You don't have to tell me you're jealous, I can see it through the computer and into your eyes. Oh, you didn't realize they had that kind of technology yet? Only in Alabama.
Bud said something like, those are the PUKING-EST dogs I have EVER SEEN! as I ran downstairs to throw the beds in the wash. And I too kind of wonder how we ended up with dogs that puke all the time. In this case though I think it's just because Copper has taken to our compost pile like a stoner at an all-you-can-eat buffet and I picked up an old piece of soft onion off of the living room floor before I'd even realized what had happened.
I'm also rug shopping because, well, YOU KNOW. We don't talk about that story around here anymore.
Speaking of that moronic dog, guess who ran away again yesterday! Yep! And guess who barely cared this time because SOMEBODY keeps PLAYING WOLF? I won't name names COPPER but your ass is grass the next time it happens. Or really I'll just shake my finger at you and say NO! BAD DOG! And you'll roll your eyes and we both know pretty much nothing will change. Sob. Is there human-dog group therapy? Because if so Copper will be all you know ever since that little human dropped into the picture I get, like, MAYBE a head pat or two every day. DUDE! I used to get a nice full body massage DAILY. HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?
Then he'd run out of the room and slam the door behind him much like Hope circa 1995. Parents.
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