this morning #241.

this morning, the proverbial pooch was potentially screwed. looking over at her new puppy sitting on the bed next to her, everything itched. her initial reaction was that it was all his fault but she had to admit that, in the time since she’d rescued him from the city streets, she’d been grossly derelict in her duty to help him avoid the dog-loving insects. it wasn’t like he had the ability to log onto the internet & buy the necessary meds. dude didn’t even have a credit card. as a result of her lack of action, she was pretty sure that she just saw something leap off her arm & in the direction of the tongue-dangling pug she had already grown to love. perhaps it was she who’d failed him.