So the dog was sick in the middle of the night, discovering (I think not for the first time) that he can’t eat peanut shells after all. We already knew this, and tried to prevent it as it was happening, but I think he’d argue otherwise. I think he’d suggest that we don’t need to worry if a couple shells fall on the floor and he gobbles them up. There’s plenty of grass outside to settle his stomach outside, after all, and when has anything like a little peanut shell ever made him sick?
But then, that’s because he’s a dog. We love him dearly, but he’s not exactly the brightest.
Of course, I slept through all this and only discovered it after the fact, as I was on my way out the door this morning.
But, honestly, that’s probably the most exciting thing that happened today. Unless, I dunno, you count me picking my father up from the eye doctor after work.
Next week promises to be more eventful, judging by my calendar, but this week sure as heck isn’t.