The Worst Dog Ever
It's a testament to to how enured Gwen and I have become to Belmonts habitual carnage that the following conversation can take place-
Gwen: Oh my God this (urine) stain in the living room is like six feet long!
Me: Don't worry, that's not (urine) it's blood.
Gwen: Oh. Ok then.
I should point out that said blood actually came from an empty ground beef package Belmont fished out of the garbage and dragged across the carpet and not from any particular gruesome episode. Which certainly makes it so much more bearable.
posted by Ben @ 7:30 AM
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This makes me laugh... my parents just (by "just" I mean "three years ago") got a cocker spaniel... a breed that is (apparently) known for its nervous peeing. I've been peed on a COUNTLESS number of times (see my traumatized entry from March 28) bit twice, and growled at more than meat-covered mailman. And I'm still totally addicted to following the dog around and mumbling baby talk at it while it stares me down in half-amusement, half-unbridled-contempt :D
Umm actually that meet package was full when I threw it. I took it out of the frige and it looked suspect and I knew we were taking out the garbage for tommorow so I just tossed it in. So yeah he ate the half rotten meat before dragging the blooody package across the room.
Did Ben eat the other half of the rotten meat then? I know how he is.
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