Dog Eat Dog
Blue has a very sensitive stomach.
Her nickname is the Pukolator.
Or Dog-Eat-Dog.
And Then Dog-Puke-Dog.
Don’t worry, she’s been checked out by the vet.
She’s perfectly healthy.
She just has a sensitive stomach.
The other day she threw up in the yard.
For once she avoided puking on a rug.
Good girl.
I decided to let it dry out overnight to make for easier cleanup.
When I went outside to shovel up the mess in the morning, it was gone.
“Did you clean that up?” I asked the Husband.
He did not.
I asked the Grown Sons the same thing.
Silly question.
Of course they didn’t clean it up.
Which means only one thing.
Some local woodland creatures feasted on a dog-vomit dinner last night.
Either that, or they’re sleeping in a dog-vomit-lined nest.
Ewww.
Elton John made the Circle of Life seem so sweet in The Lion King.
This episode proved that it’s not sweet at all.
It’s disgusting.
But, as they say, “Recycling turns things into other things, which is magic.”
I don’t know if ‘magic’ is the right word for the gross dog-eat-dog thing that just happened here.
But hey, we recycled, so there’s that.
This particular Circle of Life situation is absolutely not worthy of an Elton John tune.
But maybe Weird Al could write us a song.
That would do.
Liz Brenner
Everyone has a story to tell.
Even you.
Especially you.
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