My Dog, the Hippie Loving Whore
August 12, 2009 at 9:57 PM
“Sarah, did I lose your dog?”
“No, Ben, I haven’t even dropped her off yet.”
“Oh good. I was so worried I’d already lost her.”
That conversation was not the most comforting thing in the world. Yet, I still took a chance and let my brother keep Daisy while I was traipsing in the woods trying to hug coyotes after drinking way too much wine.
Ben assured me that nothing would happen to her, and I was stupid enough to believe him.
When I picked Daisy up this is where I found her:
She was so hungover that she didn’t even hear me come in and I was able to catch her laying in the aftermath of a passionate night with Willie Nelson.
My bitch made me proud. Also, I’m going to kill my brother.
Comments
Sounds like she had as much wine as you!