he has the gut again, garbage gut. moldy cheese that he can't let be. effective cleaning, until the gut hits again. then the whole place is a spew. three plates of good fine cheddar and he eats the molded up brie. three times to the vet, three times the shots, the IVs, the pills. the pup can't help himself. and for some reason, I am happy to do it for him.
the other is like that too. always going for the stuff that screws him up the most. perfectly good life ahead of him, and he chooses the moldy bullshit instead. he can't help it. and I can't either.
