Banorial Rites of Carnage and Wreckage

I remember the time my dog Morgan climbed up on the table the night after Christmas dinner and ate all the leftover Christmas pudding I was too tired to put away ("it's soaked in brandy," I thought, "it'll keep")

Next day her tummy was as round as a soccer ball and she slept for 36 hours, only getting up to go to outside to go to the bathroom, and once to get a very long drink of water.

She never threw up though, and lives forever in my and my friends memories as That dog could sure hold her liquor.

Comments

[Olden Bronie]

That is a great dog story!

[Captain_Hairball]

Dogs know how to live the gangster life.

[Georg]

Did she ever climb up on the table again?

[TheJediMasterEd]

5176078

It's hard to be sure.

[Super Trampoline]

What an absolute unit. Thank you for sharing.

[horizon]

…I keep wanting to read that as some sort of metaphor for modern society.

[iisaw]

[Reese]

Hah! :D