The sordid underbelly of dog ownership
Pretty much once every two or three months, Addie surreptitiously eats something disgusting, then throws up, every half hour, from about 11pm until 3am.
Guess what I did last night?
Guess what I did last night?
Labels: The pooch
posted by SJB at 8:55 AM
6 Comments:
Oh, to have a fenced-in yard ...
Sorry, Sara. I guess you can list dog vomit cleaner to one of your jobs in that "get to know your friends" survey you just sent out. :(
Give Addie a hug for me.
Yeah, but no one pays me to clean dog vomit, so I don't think it counts.
You know, it was cleaning up my dog's puke at 3 a.m. that told me that I was, perhaps, ready to be a father. True story.
That the baby is named Sara is purely coincidental.
Wow. Coincidence or not, that's one lucky kid. She'll spend the rest of her life saying "no H."
Thus far, she's spent her life saying, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah."
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