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June 14, 2003
Special Sauce dog yark
Nothing like waking up in the morning, stretching, and putting your hand in your poor dog's dried yark. My first impulse wasn't "Oh. My poor, poor dog." It was more of the "Aiiiieeee! Ewwww! Aieeeeee!" kind of reaction. I HATE cleaning up yark.
I had to relive the night, just to make sure it wasn't mine. Nope, I had four beers the whole night. I hung out with Scott, Steven, Andy, Jessie, Chris, and Sparky. Actually, seeing Sparky was more of the changing of the guards, as he passed the Jessie/Chris baton to me and raced off to bed. Those married boys, they have no stamina. I did my usual thing: fun with friends, chatting with cute guys, flirtation, then off to bed alone. I really should try to whore around more, as that would prevent my dog from sleeping on my bed and throwing up upon it.
That is reason enough. I'm sure of it.
Posted by G at June 14, 2003 02:50 PM
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Yark!?! {chuckle} I've never heard that expression before! Poor puppy! I hope he's better now. And poor you for having to stick yer hand in it.
Posted by: Lee at June 15, 2003 12:43 AM