To be fair, I told Trevor I thought Gypsy needed to stop for a potty break as we passed Cedar Hill on the way back from the ranch. He thought she could make it and...well, she *almost* did.
Sh*t.
(Literally.)
Sunday, May 18, 2014
So, you know it has been a week when...
...Monday starts with a flat tire (on tires less than 48 hours old to boot) and Sunday ends with one of the dogs having diarrhea exploding in the back of your car.
To be fair, I told Trevor I thought Gypsy needed to stop for a potty break as we passed Cedar Hill on the way back from the ranch. He thought she could make it and...well, she *almost* did.
Sh*t.
(Literally.)
To be fair, I told Trevor I thought Gypsy needed to stop for a potty break as we passed Cedar Hill on the way back from the ranch. He thought she could make it and...well, she *almost* did.
Sh*t.
(Literally.)
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