This is a real conversation I had with a colleague.
Obviously, I am the one talking about why people should be forewarned when adopting a beagle.
Mine is sick as a dog.
She ate some raw meat I cleared out of my freezer in preparation for the move.
She got into the trash before I could do anything about it.
Right in front of me.
Like she could have cared less she was about to get scolded and sent to Time Out.
She just kept going after the raw meat like it was her last meal on earth.
Probably realized that the thrill of eating pure meat was worth the risk of spending a while in Time Out.
She's a dumb ass.
That was yesterday.
Today she's been puking ALL OVER THE PLACE.
At one point I just followed her around cleaning up piles of pukage.
It came so fast and violently I couldn't even get her out of the house.
I'm no mommy, but I'd place bets her explosions rivaled those of a tot exploding out of her diaper.
Maybe my dog has mad cow disease?
Or Mad Beagle Disease.
Needless, I don't feel sorry for her.
She should have known raw meat would cause her stomach to become the next apocalypse.
The Native has her own puke pad now.