Thursday, December 29, 2011

love is...

giving the dog a ham-bone, even though you are unabashedly a cat person.

Cleaning up dog sick this morning. What could he have gotten into? Oh, yes, the hambone...

Cleaning up great gouts of dog sick tonight while murmuring sweet things to the frightened dog, kicking yourself for freely handing him the bone.

Cleaning his kennel, scrubbing out all nastiness while the dog comes over for a pat, his eyes sorrowful and sad, leaning into you while you rub out smells.

No, wait a minute. That's not love. That's my stupidity, coupled with some duty and just plain old guilt.

Love is letting the poor dog stick his face in mine and burp.

Yeesh.

5 comments:

Stomper Girl said...

Yuck.

Erin said...

I feel your pain, Jess.

I made some ground beef a couple nights ago and gave the grease to the dog as a 'treat'. And then endured several days of Highly Noxious dog farts in return. It has been decreed: Dog is too old to receive anything but kibble, lest he gas us all to death in the night.

lgsquirrel said...

I am sure dog loves you too. :)

alison said...

Lucky dog, to be loved like that. :)
As an added bonus, the word verification today is 'hungerp' which nicely describes what the dog did in your face.

M&Co. said...

You gotta love the labbies with bad doggie breath and delicate stomaches.