Sometimes You Gotta Start with the Dog shit.
The Offending Turd… It’s interesting how something as mundane and annoying as Hags (short for Haggard), our yorkie, shitting on the carpet can set into motion a sequence of events that actually leave me feeling lighter and, in fact, more energetic. I was fucking exhausted. I had worked 13 hours on my feet the day before and had 10 minutes before heading back to the restaurant. All I wanted was to sit for 10 freaking minutes. That’s all. So when…