dog.

hey there, duders.
my dog had minor surgery yesterday.
for real.
nothing serious,
just some tooth cleaning, nail clipping,
shots, and a skin-tag removal from her eyelid.
nevertheless,
she had to be put out cold to have most of that
happen in a less-threatening,
battle-beast hibernation-type deactivational manner.
neighbors,
she's a juggernaut of displeasure when veterinarians
try to do what they do to her.
so,
instead, she goes to night-night land and they perform
whatever they've got to do in relative safety.
it's expensive, it's inconvenient, and it's what's up.
the thing is, kids,
there's one other other event that always happens
when olive the dog emerges from the embrace of the ether.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
explosive, extruded, brutal, stormswept, savage,
dreaded, and deadly diarrhea.
did a policeman pull up alongside my car
and ask me why i was driving erratically?
of course.
i mean, i was driving erratically.
did i ask him, in response, if he could smell the sh!t
as strongly outside my car as i could within,
despite every window being open?
i did, and he couldn't.
the explanation was accepted,
i was permitted to pilot my crap-car home,
quickly,
and my olive-colored canine continued to
stoically reek in silence as it all really happened.
wait....olive-colored?
yeah.
that's what happens to a white dog when
it's smeared in green skids of aromatic poop puree.
...fact.
awesome?
ummmm.
it was probably worse for her, i'm sure;
as i wiped the waste off and away from
the groggy-eyed good girl,
she took several short breaks to blow her insides out
along the grassy gardens of the woodsly goodness.
is dog turd soup awesome?
it didn't seem like the proper accompaniment to
a hot and sweaty day of all-alone activities.
no joke.
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rainy again?
sure thing.
clammy armpit humidity and temperatures?
bring it on.
tattbombing doo-doo butter for my face?
endurance is a virtue, y'all.
i am participating in today,
like it or not.
i've got projects started all over the Fortress,
and projects underway all over the arthur-making art table.
keeping busy,
spanning time,
doing what needs to be done.
this is the time i have been given,
what i do with it is my decision;
never quiet, never soft.....( )