If any of you have been around little dogs, you know they get some bad, weird health problems. Picture this: Your homeboy IRL has 2 pugs. One is blind and has a vicious biting problem at the ankles of just about anyone walking in (doesn't hurt and laughable). The other one younger, similar but no blindness--rather the worst case of hemorrhoids or some kind of bizarre ass blister you ever saw. The vet wanted $350 to take care of it and needed an appointment arranged in advance.
The thing on its ass meanwhile gets bigger and bigger waiting to go pop. Well, last night it went kaboom all over his new faux-leather or faux-suede couch. While we were having dinner. I have now associated chili-size and caesar salad with that wonderfully horrendous smell. Doesn't look like that couch is going to come clean so easy...maybe a dry cleaning?
The dog's ok, he got it to the vet today.
It was a real "what the F***" kind of moment yesterday.
Love me, I win.
Hate me, I win.
Ignore me, I've got exactly what I wanted.
Love me or hate me, you're still thinking of me either way.