Monday, March 25, 2019

Doctor Of Rug.

I cleaned my living room rug so well, I wondered how difficult a homicide would be to clean up.

Yes, I own a Rug Doctor. They should issue one with every Pit Bull. 95 lbs. of slobber, fur, and giant mud-tracking paws mean every few months I gotta drag the rug to my garage and spend a morning making it new again. But I do it with a view of the Pacific Ocean. How many rug-cleaning dudes can say that?

And now, I begin the week with endless possibility.

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