I write this from a quite firm hotel bed in Yokohama, Japan where I will be staying for approximately three weeks while my dog has heart surgery. I realize this sounds insane. And it is. Especially considering I’m not even sure how I feel about this dog.
Her name is Wendy and she is the problem child of dogs. She is anxious, she doesn’t listen (because she’s mostly deaf but also an asshole) and she barks way too much. Like a shrill annoying bark that makes me think, “Bitch, don’t make me change my mind about saving your life.”