Just another day

My evening trip out with the dogs began with me spontaneously becoming a midwife and helping Arthur deliver a giant turd that contained wood chips. It was a difficult birth, but father and feces are doing well. Before I could blink, Alice trots by with something in her mouth, which is never a good sign. I join Bill and Arthur in pursuit of Alice, who is remarkably swift and agile for a senior. Alas, I catch up with my huntress and persuade her to drop her quarry — a six-inch painted turtle. Alice didn’t physically harm the turtle, though it may suffer from PTSD in the future. Oh, and all of this happened after Bill and Arthur broke one of my closet doors during a wrestling match. It’s been a busy night.