June 29, 2019

White Dog wasn't sure of Steve's logic when he decided to reach back into his fraternity bag of college cure-alls. In those days hangovers, upset tummies, just about everything were met with a dosing of purgative fast foods in the belief that the intake would quickly clean out the system and all would be well.

"One big release and then good as new," was the thinking. White Dog was his accomplice as they drove the short distance to get tacos for the pups and something decidedly unhealthy for him. I bit my momma's tongue before the prudence lecture slipped out.

And none of the White Dog Army saw a flaw with half a taco in the middle of the day.