The latest from Mimi’s world: her ability to expunge substances from her body at astonishing rates. I would guess that she weighs….oh….about 15 lbs. but has taken to dumping and vomming like nobody’s business. I’m not even mad, I’m impressed. Since she decided to urinate on my bed last Saturday at 3am, Mimi has proceeded to drop bombs three times every walk. THREE times EVERY walk. You ask, is that even possible? Yes it is. Not only that but she also enjoys vomming once a day. All this and she still has the same energy level she normally does. It is impressive. And gross.
In other news, Mimi still trusts no one on the streets. I think she’s been paying a little too much attention to The Wire. Most recent craziness happened the other morning. We were out for our first walk and I decided to stop in the local 7-Eleven for a breakfast taquito (ok, not really for that I just wanted to say “taquito”). Since there was nothing to tie her up to, I pretended I did so and told her to stay. About a minute later I emerge from the store only to see that Mimi Manning had disappeared. Without a trace.
A guy in his car shouts at me to inform me that my dog ran “that way” and pointed south. I half-heartedly run down the street calling out to her. Nothing. Hmm, this could be a problem I think to myself. I turn a corner and see Mimi sprinting towards our house, legs flailing and booties flying. I call to her, she stops and turns around. We’re about 100 meters away from each other and I can see her checking me out. Once she realizes it’s me she rockets towards me and automatically goes into a sitting position as she arrives at my feet (spraying slushy snow everywhere).
100 miles and running. Mimi-styles.
i enjoy the new format. less difficult to read.