I awoke this morning to the not-so-pleasant scent of dog shit. My puppy, Luke, took it upon himself to eat a dead mouse. Whole. In one gulp. As it turns out, that is not the best possible digestive decision a dog can make. A particularly unlucky decision if you factor in the possibility that said mouse was dead due to rat poison. Poor Luke was marinating in what one can only assume was a concoction of pee, poop and vomit. All I know for certain is, I will never eat sausage again.
Cleaning up messy puppy cage & scrubbing messy puppy until he is clean puppy with mysterious bald spots is not the best way to start a morning.
The best way a person can start a morning would be to wake up with fresh breath, hit all green lights on the way to work and actually make it there with matching shoes...and your own underwear. (ever put on someone else's underwear on accident?disturbing)
Anyway, waking to the smell of dog poo is a fairly good indication that one's day will not go well. And one's didn't.
I'll say it's been an odd day.I had to converse with people that scare the bajeebus outta me.
These two women I was forced, by my mother, to speak with give off this creepy "I was left in the closet for days at a time" vibe. Kind of a Carrie-Sybil mix and when you talk to them they stare through you....right down to your soul.
Tomorrow better be all ponies and sunshine or I'm going to carve someone a second sphincter using a set of keys and a tack hammer.
Cleaning up messy puppy cage & scrubbing messy puppy until he is clean puppy with mysterious bald spots is not the best way to start a morning.
The best way a person can start a morning would be to wake up with fresh breath, hit all green lights on the way to work and actually make it there with matching shoes...and your own underwear. (ever put on someone else's underwear on accident?disturbing)
Anyway, waking to the smell of dog poo is a fairly good indication that one's day will not go well. And one's didn't.
I'll say it's been an odd day.I had to converse with people that scare the bajeebus outta me.
These two women I was forced, by my mother, to speak with give off this creepy "I was left in the closet for days at a time" vibe. Kind of a Carrie-Sybil mix and when you talk to them they stare through you....right down to your soul.
Tomorrow better be all ponies and sunshine or I'm going to carve someone a second sphincter using a set of keys and a tack hammer.
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