My Life Has Become Unmanageable

I think it’s time I came clean about Redford’s drinking problem.

He totally binges.  He gets too full and burps, and out comes a torrent of viscous nastiness onto my floor.

He also has a substance abuse problem.  Both Redford and Violet do.  The substance is poop.  Last week, I took the beasts to the park when it was slushy and raining because I knew no one would be there and I could let the dogs off the leash.  They ran around like crazy people, fording rivers, leaping from embankments, chasing vermin, and munching on the excrement of various woodland creatures.  After a little more than an hour, I put them in the car—hadn’t gone 10 feet before I heard YORRRKK from the way back.

Redford had puked.

Puked poop.

In the back of my car.

Ftw.

3 thoughts on “My Life Has Become Unmanageable”

  1. are you sure you got the right dog>
    or maybe he was put on this earth for you to have something to write about. but dig deeper, amy. dig.
    (zeke eats poop but only his own)

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