After the dog exploded in several puddles of diarrhea on the afternoon of Thursday, June 21st, I had a bad night, followed by a bad day of wondering why I’d ever agreed to get a dog. That Friday night I had a birthday party to go to. I warned the dog to keep it together while I was out (dog-loving husband was at work) and headed to a store that sold alcohol.
For the first time ever, I bought wine with the intention of opening it and drinking it myself. I did not let go of that bottle until I reached the party.
Jess, thank you for having a birthday on June 22nd! I really needed that night. Yes, Ozzie's better these days.
I love this story! I hope Ozzie's treating you better!