Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on April 8, 2018 by Jan Wilberg
BowWow: It sucks that the old man is calling me Ham Sandwich. I don’t go around calling him names when he eats too much.
Minnie: You didn’t just eat too much, BowWow. You ate the holiday ham. I heard the lady say they paid $52 for that ham.
BowWow: I’m sorry but the lady – dumb broad, I’m sorry, I love her but really who would do that after knowing me 10 years? – left the ham on the God Damn counter! For Christ’s sake!
Minnie: I think I saw somewhere that gluttony is a sin.
BowWow: I didn’t gut anything. It wasn’t a damn deer. I just ate the whole thing. Except the bone. She walked in on me just when I was getting started on that fine bone.
Minnie: Oh good grief, BowWow. Gluttony isn’t about gutting something. It’s about eating way too much, being a pig.
BowWow: So I’m a pig for eating a pig. So now I’m a fucking cannibal. I do feel a little sick, though. Shit.
Minnie: Maybe we should do a cleanse, BowWow. Clean out our insides, you know, get rid of all the lingering animal proteins in our, you know, systems. We could start in the morning with kale shakes.
BowWow: We’re fucking carnivores, Minnie! Kale! What the fuck? Kale. Are you serious? I’m not eating that shit. It’s just grass. Bad, fucking grass, like they have on the back lawn, that shit that grows after all the decent grass dies, like in August. Kale. Jesus.
Minnie: You’re so crazy, BowWow. Sometime I can’t believe how crazy you are. But I sure love you. You know that, right?
Category: Aging in AbundanceTags: dog stories, Gluttony, Minnie and BowWow

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I love it when these 2 make an appearance!
Hilarious. So I’m not the only one who has conversation with dogs, lol.
He must be feeling quite sick by now though, after eating so much ham.
I’m with BowWow. There is no joy in kale.
Ha! I’m with BowWow, too.