Dear Diary:

The words “Vienna Sausage” were just uttered in my house. That’s what the Blue Dog is eating tonight. She is a white male from the 1960s.

We ran out of her food. She has been eating something called “Taste of the Wild” which supposedly is made from salmon and monkeys.

So that is why this entry is called “Vienna Sausage” and not “Salmon and Monkey.”

Other than that, there is little to tell except for the fact overwhelming guilt has come crashing down upon me…

…because I haven’t added a diary entry.

I wish I could tell you we had a pet salmon and a pet monkey… I guess we did briefly… in a can.

The Blue Dog ate the pets.

So there is that.

Until next time (when the guilt comes pouring in),