Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

Yawn

I got home late last night after everyone was in bed, and when I came in the door Chuck was lying on a dog bed in the family room in the dark. He didn’t move, didn’t wag his tail, didn’t leap up to greet me. I walked over to him, lovingly smoothed back the fur on his head and said, “Well, you’re a piece of shit, too.”

No Comments

Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.