Rants & Runkles in Joliet. We arrive at moms. Runkle pees on the front porch hay bale w/in 5 minutes. Then he shits in the huge, leave-covered front yard. I pick it up, getting fresh poop on my thumb. Runkle runs through the yard, rolling in spots - many spots -where my mom claims animals had died. We play fetch with a ball but Runkle wants to sniff and run and mark his territory. Then he digs a basketball-size hole beside a tree. They feed him Walmart biscuits. Moms dog, Chelsie, is old and blind. Shes not having any of Runkles much younger energy. Mom walks to get the mail & 10 minutes later she wonders who the hell stepped in dog shit. She looks down at her open-toed sandals, with both the sandals and the toes covered in shit. My mother, who wears 3 pair of eye glasses at once, stepped in her blind dogs poop. My dad is bringing back my neice and nephew. And a double McRib lunch for me. And this is how people from Joliet spend All Saints Day.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 18:43:28 +0000
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