sickI vaguely remembered today was trash day since it was a holiday yesterday. So I wobbled outside and was horrified to discover the neighbor's dog ripping apart and eating my garbage!!!
"Get out of there!" I yelled.
The dog just stared at me.
"GO!" I yelled, walking faster toward the dog.
Finally it just trotted off, still looking back as if to say, "Come on! I thought you were playing! Let's go!"
Blech. What a MESS. I had to hold my breath as I picked up rancid trash in the snow. It was AWFUL.
The brightside is that I handled that without my stomach throwing a tantrum. Good sign. I'm on the mend. (But REALLY-- I can think of better ways to have tested that...)
