Velociworld

Roughage

My dog has been surreptitiously sneaking the girls' dance trophies from the Bat Cave and placing them by the bedroom door to the lanai. Then she chews pine cones over them to make a compleat mess. I know what she's up to. She'll eat them in the morning, top to bottom, but she wants to be by the back door because they'll pass through her like a convenience store burrito.

There used to be fifty trophies in that room. Only about thirty left.

The problem is I'm driving to Atlanta tomorrow, so I can't have her voiding plastic all over the back seat. Better put these things away, and shut that door. She already smells like vomit, so I have to bath her tonight. God knows what she got into. Some kind of dead animal, for sure.