DOG GONE

That is what Charley is going to be. A Dog Gone. What a friggen butt. Seriously. I could not believe it. It took me a couple minutes to digest what I had just witnessed. On our way home, with a couple bags of groceries in my hand, I stopped briefly to get balance, and had to drop her leash, she quickly jumped at the occasion to deliberately jump over the neighborhood’s church’s retaining wall onto their beautiful, lush and green manicured lawn and proceeded to do her duty right smack in the middle of the lawn, knowing full well that is a no-no. The fact I know she did this ON PURPOSE is when she was done she did a massive cover up of her poop, with grass and dirt flying in every direction, defiantly staring at me the whole time.

I wanted to strangle her.

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A lot of things can happen in a half century. Life is so weird.