After Christmas

One of Mother's dogs is sick. Poor little thing has had diarrhea since Christmas. Evil Shorty probably fed her a big Christmas dinner. Mother is always catching Shorty feeding the dogs. We have asked her several times not to feed the dogs, but of course she does not respect anyone else's boundaries. At least once a day I hear Mother yell, "Are you feeding those dogs?" If she's caught red handed, she always replies, "I was just giving them a little bit." Mother always yells back, "I told you don't feed those dogs." Shorty replies, "But it never hurt my dogs when I was growing up." Mother says, "Those were mutts. They could handle it." All three of our little dogs are expensive pure breeds. They have sensitive stomachs. They are also extremely fat from Evil Shorty feeding them. They wobble around the house and can barely go up and down the stairs. One fell down the stairs yesterday. Blump, blump, blump. When Shorty was off in Vegas with her son for a few months, they all lost weight. Now that Evil Shorty is back, they're all fat again and they have the worst gas ever. But of course, Shorty will not stop feeding the dogs. She's sneaky about it at the dinner table. Evil Shorty chews her food, pretends to wipe her mouth on a napkin, and instead spits the chewed food into the napkin. Then she stealthy drops the chewed food from the napkin onto the floor.