Shooter puked on the rug last night. I saw it this morning. My computer cord was in it. Gross. I did not clean it up, however. And I do feel a little bad about that…. but not too much. It’s not my dog, not my mess to clean up. When Daisy pukes little hair balls, I clean. But a huge pile of dog barf… no, not my mess.
I’m going to try to get a lot of reading done over the long weekend. I wish I was going camping or doing something fun. Going to Nick and Sarah’s wedding would definitely have been fun… but plane tickets aren’t free and I’m not a groomsman. Dylan is flying out as I’m typing this and I’m going to get back to grant proposal writing now.
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