Today was a day of dumps.
Laura left for the week.
The dogs were pissed at her.
To get revenge for her leaving for the week they decided to shit on the floor.
Three times it happened. They pooped in tripishit.
That’ll teach her for leaving.
My god they have small brains. Shitting on the floor because she’s gone for a week does nothing to avenge her departure. Instead, the duty duty falls to me.
Those were the dirty dumps of a doggy dad.
In the morning I went to the dump. I had to dispose of destruction debris.
When I was there, something got stuck - a no longer loved hottub was being unloaded from a dump trailer. They fought with it for a while. Interventions included prodding the hottub with a two by four and raising and lowering the trailer.
They even tried swearing at it for a while - fucking thing!
Even their silver tongued persuasion failed to dislodge the near vertical hot tub.
D’y’all want some help? We could get the picker.
The picker?
Though my own truck was empty, I wasn’t going ANYWHER…
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