Neanderpundit

With all the focus on the Dog of Og lately, we’ve been paying extra special attention to his movements, both bowel and otherwise, I got a bit of a shock early this morning.

Last night the dog was out just after dusk, hopping and playing like he was all back to normal, and this morning, in the dawn’s early dark, he woke me up and i took him outside.

There i am, in my torn bathrobe and camo slippers, staggering around in the yard with the dog on a leash, thinking how much I want a smoke, and the dog squats to drop a deuce.

That is glowing.

Now I know he’s been xrayed a lot lately, but he can’t be having nuclear shit! I run back in the house and get a flashlight (I’m freaking a bit at this point) and go back out to determine that the dog has eaten what must be two dozen fireflies. I have no idea how they managed to pass through his digestive tract with their glowing asses intact, but there they are, all smeared and shiney, illuminating the poop with an eerie yellow-green glow.
Glow inthe dark shit.
God is just trying to freak me out at this point, really.

Shit the pellets. With some help from the doctor’s finger. Glad I didn’t have to be involved. yick.

Gonna have to keep the dog in a damned barrel. He’ll probably chew his way out of that.

of conference calls, back pain, shuttling the squirming recalcitrant dog to the vet, forking over cash for Xrays, chasing the dog around the yard in search of pellet-filled poop, crawling around the house looking for every last pellet lest he eat more, and tilting at fucktards about the ignorance of global gore-ing, Percocet is your old buddy old pal. Specially with a beer.