Tonight. Finished my dinner of kimchee fried rice. Feed my dog his kibble. And watch him eat. Pick up his bowl to put into dishwasher. Dog goes outside to either graze for food bits that i scattered while wok-tossing the rice or to poop. He goes thru a dog door.
I pop a beer. Dog comes diving thru the dog door fast. Like a bee just stung his butt. Nope. He had eaten a string and the string was still hanging out of him with the biggest DINGLE-BERRY I’ve ever seen at the end. He thinks something is chasing him. He keeps trying to sit down or shake it off. It was like a tiny poop demolishing ball swinging around. I dive on him and my wife leads him to the back yard where he finishes his business. Leaving me inside to survey the damage. Wow. Just wow. Out comes Clorox wipes. The rug? I drag it outside and lather it up with a stiff-brush and hosed it off. It’s drying on overturned ladders to maintain air circulation on both side. Tomorrow Is a hot day. It should dry quickly.
Showered. And a fresh beer.
Dogs! Love them! Haha. Let’s hear the fun stories.
