The Exorcism of Asia the Pitbull

So, I was under the assumption that today was just a regular old Sunday.

Sleep in. Coffee and breakfast with the Boo.

Don the jerseys. Head to bar. Sip mimosas and watch the game.

Switch to beer as we proceed to lose...again.

Home for sulking and laziness.

You know...the usual.

And then the *demon dog waltzed over to the corner of the living room....and threw her guts up.

Never a dull moment.

*Let me just say, I'm having a brief lapse of guilt for all the previous attacks on her character. She's really not that awful. Just a little annoying and crazy. But hey, she's only a pup. And maybe whatever she just puked up cleansed her soul of all demonic presence and we'll be graced with a sweet, loving, obedient dog from here on out. Or not.