Blogging is Dangerous

If you're a dog walker, you shouldn't blog about it. In fact, you shouldn't write about it at all. Two years ago, the poop eater in my pack found out I was telling people he ate poop. 

"Poop eater, huh?"he said to me. 

"I'll show you what I can eat," and proceeded to chew my writing hand to bits. 

It's taken me a year to heal physically and another to overcome my fear of writing, but as my psychiatrist says, "Sometimes, you just gotta get back on the horse."

Which is not a reference to you, Baby the Malamute. I know you hate horse jokes. If anyone asks me, "You got a saddle for that thing?" again while we're together, I'll smack them with the Chuck-It. I promise. 

And then I'll write about it.