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.
What’s wrong with a little recycling?
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)
he’s pretty
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