[I wrote a shorter version of this on my Facebook if you’re interested]
Today is my forty fifth birthday.
Our puppy Josephine just gave me a gift a little early. It’s 7:30 a.m., I’m out on the porch writing. She got up soon after I did. I took her out. Fed her. She thanked me by jumping up next to me and letting me scratch her doopa. Then she jumped down and pooped right in front of me. To her credit, she did it on our porch and not inside. And she gave me another gift: she didn’t eat it.
Josie is one of the cutest dogs I’ve ever seen, but damn, she is a terror. She eats her poop. She eats our dog Talulah’s poop. She eats raccoon poop. She’s bite-y. She makes horrible throat snorting noises when she licks her vagina.
But she’s a cuddle bug and an entertainment artist.