was chattin’ up with the moms today… and she gives me horrible news.  She was watching a show where you called in asking for advice from a vet.  And this one old lady calls in and says that she has an 8 year old Pomeranian… and she’d like to know that since he’s so old, is it too late to get him fixed.

the vet’s reply:  “oh no.  8 years old is extremely young for a pomeranian.  They live a long long time, much longer than most dogs.”

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck me.

Mine is like, 2.  or something.  maybe 3 this year?  oy vey.

so the little bastard did his usual between 10 and 11am poop this morning (at least he gives me warning now… in addition to just, well, going at the same time every day).  so it’s 8pm, and i’ve ignored him all day since I was busy working…. okay, more like going out to lunch and doing little work… still.  anyways, I figured I’d take him for a nice long walk, to get some of the energy out of him.

and then it happened.  he exploded.  I mean, we’re talking a shit that normally if it was his one for the day, i’d be like “wow, what did you eat dude?  that’s a ton of shit!  good boy.”

wipe the ass, give him his cheerios, and we’re good.

but then on the way back, the hairball paused, winked at me (i swear), and then hunched over and shat again.  a LOT again.

and of course, since he already went once today, I didn’t have a little baggie with me to scoop it up… so i was all  ”come on dude, finish up, we gotta go!”, like we just stole something.

i didn’t think it was possible, but the dog outshit me today.

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