Pears are ripening. It's a bumper crop this year.
In previous years the labrador's keen sense of hearing would alert her to the random windfall.
She'd slink out and eat them.
She slept by my bed and around 1 AM the paint peeling pear-cider scented gases would exit her windy rear end, waking me as I wretched with tears in burning eyes.
Now it's a golden retriever doing it, but instead of gas he has hulked out into this thick shimmering dog wagging whole turgid body with flowing blonde locks.
In previous years the labrador's keen sense of hearing would alert her to the random windfall.
She'd slink out and eat them.
She slept by my bed and around 1 AM the paint peeling pear-cider scented gases would exit her windy rear end, waking me as I wretched with tears in burning eyes.
Now it's a golden retriever doing it, but instead of gas he has hulked out into this thick shimmering dog wagging whole turgid body with flowing blonde locks.
