First of
the New Year 2015
Dear Cassi,
I came home
to dog mess on my floor and woke up to a dog covered in his own bowel
movements. Pickles, I think I’ll start calling him Pickle, was beside himself
on handling this happening. Fellow has no idea what a mop looks like or how to
mop up a mess. This meant that he waited for me to rouse to clean up a slick of
dog fudge in front of the hall washroom.
In the last few days old Gus has on earth he
shouldn’t spend them covered in his own excrement. Then, Pickle should be
better at looking after his dog. What a way to start a year, hmm, mucking up
dog’s mess and dealing with a child in a man’s body.
In any case, I mopped the brown off the floor and
cleaned with ammonia to get the stink out then washed up my old Gus as best I
could. He was so light I could stick him under one arm and move him and in so
bad shape that he sat where I put him for the rest of the day.
I’m going to miss that old dog when he’s gone.
Love those you have, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
No comments:
Post a Comment