Tonight, I noticed the dog rolling in something,
on the livingroom floor (just after coming in from outside.)
"Cooper?!" I said, good-naturedly. What in the world are you doing??
The lighting in the livingroom wasn't very good, apparently. This gave me a false sense of "Oh, this is just a piece of a knotty stick from outside," and I picked it up...
in my bare hand.
Peering at it closely, I still decided it was something innocuous. (Time for another eye exam.)"Cooper, get up!" I pushed him off of what I then saw was something much bigger. [Swallow your coffee now.]
I hate dogs.
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