Late one Tuesday
night I received a phone call from a friend. His pet sitter fell through
the night before he was supposed to fly out of town for his mom's memorial
service. I consented to tend to Molly while they were gone. Molly
is a mutt - some kind of mix of lab, pit bull, and the devil's own fury.
Our adventures that weekend were many: the time she Houdini'd herself out
of the kennel to tear apart her owners room, the constant conflict between her
and the cat, and of course the time she pooed in the kennel and proceeded to
mash it into her blankets, the surrounding carpet, and to kick it onto as much
of the adjacent furniture as possible.
Good times.
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