woke up to a fat fucking dog yule log at the bottom of my stairs. a coiler next to a semi liquid patty. I wonder which came first? guessing the coiler. in 8 years that ive been in this house, he hasn't had one accident. after cleaning that up, I went to the back door to let him out. stepped in his puke. WTF. no human food or anything. must be feeling ill. he is getting old so hope this doesn't become a normal thing. fuck face has the audacity to come up and try to get me to pet him. ahhh who am I kidding, of course I pet him. you gotta go, you gotta go.