It was Saturday. Things in my mind were messy.
One of my dogs (I don’t know which one) pooped in the garage. I wanted to scold all four of them. It doesn’t work. When I sound tough, they just wag their tails.
But the dogs weren’t really it at all.
I had been “cleverly” sarcastic to a close friend, Chester. Others were around and laughed at my sick humor. Chester did not. I felt so bad all night.
I will apologize to Chester today.
And give each dog a big bone.
Clyde