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My Dog, the Hippie Loving Whore

“Sarah, did I lose your dog?”

“No, Ben, I haven’t even dropped her off yet.”

“Oh good. I was so worried I’d already lost her.”

That conversation was not the most comforting thing in the world. Yet, I still took a chance and let my brother keep Daisy while I was traipsing in the woods trying to hug coyotes after drinking way too much wine.

Ben assured me that nothing would happen to her, and I was stupid enough to believe him.

When I picked Daisy up this is where I found her:

Willie Nelson Braids

She was so hungover that she didn’t even hear me come in and I was able to catch her laying in the aftermath of a passionate night with Willie Nelson.

My bitch made me proud. Also, I’m going to kill my brother.

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