Fantastic.
Ryder horked down the fat trimmings. Gasping I looked at Ryder. He gave me his most pathetic face and ran and hid under the bed. Poor me. You see, Ryder has a delicate tummy. I knew this would not end well. Trying to prevent the inevitable I gave him a shot of PeptoBismal and hoped this would not come back to haunt me.
That night Ryder remained under the bed. Ryder clearly had an upset tummy. How do I know? Well, let's just say he was sending off some bad odors. Pulling the covers over my head I hoped that would be the worst.
The next day, I took them to the park. I really hoped that any remains of his unexpected meal would be left behind. And boy, did he ever unload. Poor dog. I hope he learned his lesson.
1 comment:
Ummm...ewwww!!! LMAO!!
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