If Mooch Dies Before Trump, I'm Gonna Be Fucking Pissed

Mooch is limping today. I hate seeing my favorite furball in pain.She’s been through a lot the last couple of months. She had four teeth pulled, then a round of tummy trouble that lasted almost a week and a half. As a senior dog, she goes through a lot, even though she’s still pretty spry.Usually. This limping thing worries me. I’ve been carrying her up and down the stairs all day. I’m sure she’ll be fine. She always seems to snap back and does fine after a bit. I need her to outlive Crybaby Caligula. I’ll be pissed if Cankles McTaco Tits outlives my beloved Mooch.I talk about this in today’s podcast episode. I don’t mind doing extra to care for my little ol’ lady fur baby. I’m glad to pick her up and carry her down the stairs every time she needs me to.Which is more than I can say for the Leaning Tower of Treason. If I could get anywhere near him close to the stairs, I’d certainly have a “clumsy” moment, and he’d take a tumble. At least America would finally be great again.© 2026 The Mouthy Renegade Writer. All rights reserved.Mooch is giving you all half-off discounts on paid subscriptions today, to push toward our goal of buying a small RV to visit our Mouthy Militia members. So let’s do it! It’s only $2.49 a month or $24.99 yearly to support our independent journalism.And she scores some peanut butter bones for each new paid subscriber. Thank you for considering it. We value and appreciate you all!Click HERE for 50% off!If you enjoy my daily podcast episodes and want to support our RV travel dream, please consider becoming a paid subscriber. It’s less than $5 monthly to support independent journalism. Thank you for considering it! Get full access to You Have the Right to Remain Mouthy at themouthyrenegadewriter.substack.com/subscribe