When I posted the Candy-ALL-Day food pyramid, I was NOT referring to the DOG.
Unfortunately, he takes after me when it comes to being a chocoholic.
Not to mention vomit… in the flavor chocolate.
Lots of it.
Bakers chocolate (that’s the worse kind)
We don’t do anything half-assed.
He grabbed it off the kitchen table. Evidently. (as opposed to me serving it to him in a swanky crystal dish)
He has the agility of a cat and the perseverance of a gargantua with PMS.
Kinda like me, except for the agility part. (even though I totally STUCK a cartwheel the other day)
Good news- I’m no longer limping.
Now it’s the dogs turn to be Fuck-up of the Day.
And so he is…