A dog’s busy day

Wake up.

Chew dad’s head

Go outside, roll in wet grass, run around

Come inside. Pee.

eat cat until 11:00. Try to make the cat make that funny noise again that sounds like a cement mixer full of weasels

sleep.

Sleep.

Eat a sock.

sleep.

Wake up, make noises like I have to go outside.

Go outside. Roll in wet grass.

Come inside. Pee.

spread the sunday edition of the hammond times across the livingroom floor. Reduce to 1″ squares.

Eat the cat.

sleep

sleep

chase the empty pop bottle across the floor, making the most noise a 6 lb dog can make.

sleep

sleep

chew on dad’s head

go to sleep with my belly against dad’s head.

Crapblogging curtain call

Ever have one of those, er, movements, when you are sure you’re finished, and you’re wrapping up the paperwork, and the action of contacting the orifice of discharge with the asswipe engages the peristalsis anew? As if there’s a reset button up there, futhuchrissakes. Been happening a lot lately. Wonder if it’s the new Purina Bachelor Chow.

No, it’s not a comedy routine

At Home Despot today, I overheard someone returning a soaker hose because it leaked.

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