Burying

 So, the hubs brought up a morbid subject. Stick with it. There is a punchline.

We’ve got close to a foot of snow right now. I haven’t been able to compost this month.

Austin: If Cassie died right now, since she’s a big dog and we wouldn’t be able to bury her, what would you do with her.

Me, really disgusted by the subject: Well, I had a cat that died in the winter in the past. I put her in a plastic bag, hid her in the bushes, then buried the whole bag when the ground was thawed. I’d probably do something similar with Cassie. Wrap her in a blanket, hide her body so the neighbors wouldn’t see, then bury it after the ground thaws.

Austin: That makes me sad.

Me: I don’t like thinking about it either. But I’ve buried my share of cats. I’m fairly sure I can handle burying a dog.

Austin: I’ve buried a dog.

After a moment of silence, Austin: I’m working my way up to people.