They say that women who live together menstruate together. I think that saying is starting to apply to me. Except I don’t live with a woman, I live with my dog. And also except he does not menstruate. What I’m getting at is my dog and I live together and

Mush, Dog!

My little 15 lb dog’s poops have been putting mine to shame lately. This morning he dropped a massive yellowish brown submarine bomb on the lawn. I had to break it up the log into three pieces just so I could scoop it up with my poop bag. I knotted