Doggy!, Late Summer Blog Challenge Dog Honeymoon: Over September 15, 2010 3 Comments The more horrified I am by a thing’s mere existence on this earth, the more effort he will put into getting that thing in his mouth. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related Previous Post Next Post You may also like August 31, 2010 Plan B September 22, 2010 The First Bite September 9, 2010 When the Revolution Comes 3 Comments And then I get to wrassle its revoltingness from his maws. Wet wads of toilet paper. Meat wrappers. Chewed gum with unknown bits sticking to it. Gigantic poops. Last night I pulled a bloody stump out of Otis’ mouth. A bloody stump . . . of what? you ask. Just. A bloody stump. You’ll soon be an expert in animal extinguishment, should the need arise. What the FU*K are you doing to my dog?! I never have these troubles. Never. Gigantic poops? The creature is 6 lbs! He’s just not capable. Oh duckie. You should seriously reconsider getting your own dog… Just wait until you have to clean up diarrhea. Or he vomits on you. Children, I hear, are even worse. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.