So, my cat throws up in the kitchen and decides to just stare at me after doing so, as if to say,

“Come clean this filth, peasant.”

I groan and toss my head to the ceiling in frustration, having just sat down on the couch. 

Before I can get up to clean the vomit, I hear vigorous chomping and slurping coming from the area. I peer over the couch to find my dog, licking her lips, looking back at me.
 
My cat sees what has happened and slinks by me, a look on her face that says,

“This isn’t over.”

Sometimes, the universe just takes care of itself. 

9 thoughts on “Canine Maid Service

  1. Great, disgusting and true–gotta love the (domesticated) animal kingdom. You’ve got my follow. Thanks for stopping by and will definitely be reading and commenting again!

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      1. Grew up with Golden Retrievers, don’t have any pets now that I live abroad, but I do miss it sometimes. Then I read blogs like this. 😉 Keep up the funny.

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