January 24, 2018 by Petrea
Wilma Wednesday: Barf
“I want my lunch treat, Lady.”
“Wilma, you just had your cheesy pills. It’s not time for—”
“—’Scuse me, I’m going to barf.”
“Oh—” I decide not to ask for details because I don’t think she could answer at the moment. Finally, she finishes and looks up at me. I’m concerned. “What’s wrong, Wilma?”
She’s been in the back yard since her walk this morning. If a clementine fell from the tree, I don’t think she’d eat it. There’s not much else except…I look at the barf. “Did you eat mulch, Wilma?”
“No. I don’t know. Maybe. What is mulch?”
“Sticks and dirt and leaves.” We both look at the barf. It’s sticks and dirt and leaves.
“Wilma, If you don’t know what it is, why do you eat it?”
“To find out.”
Dog logic is so…logical.