The Pain in My Ass

My eating disordered puppy – I should’ve named her PIA for “pain in the ass” because that’s what she is. It’s not enough that she picks through her food, leaving morsels she deems unacceptable scattered on the floor around her bowl and throughout the house. She also refuses to eat any apple that’s not a Fuji. Forget trying to fool her with a Red Delicious or Granny Smith because her palate is too discerning for such trickery. As much as I love her, I have to admit that getting her to eat is one of the more annoying endeavors of my life. But my husband just laughs because he knows this is karmic justice.