So.....the new neighbors 2 houses down have a dog the size of a football ( as in....it would be easy to kick the thing for 50 yards ). Anyhoo....I see this dog in the street and try to shoo it back on the lawn. I mosey on up to the front door of the neighbor's house....door wide open etc ( screen door was attached *wink* )....no answer to my doorbell. *SIGH*. So I get Cujo jr and I put him in the fenced yard ( I was soooooooooo doing my best Dog Whisperer on this cream puff ).
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5 minutes later...Cujo is in MY yard. I yell for Jenna to entertain him because....well...she's always wanted a dog. She went to play with him and that mutt started running in circles like a mad cow. I swear this dog has ADD.
Jen could not catch him and she was not enjoying the dog....I yelled to her " you wanted a dog...now you're seeing how much fun they are ".....Then I have an 0_0 moment " what if that dog lays some "batteries" in my yard that "I" have to pick up!?!?" It was time for drastic measures.....
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Jen and I cornered ole Yellar in the corner of our yard and I picked the bugger up - he had the nerve to snip and yap at me. Too bad fur ball...you're outta here!!
Then I took him and locked him out of our yard. I turned to Jen and said " we tried to save his life but if he becomes roadkill....it's not on us" 0_0
FLOCKING DOGS!!
4 comments:
So - what you're saying is - you treat dogs like you treat people?
Exactly.
I am loaded with estrogen and pointed at your backyard.
In the dog park of life, clearly, you are rawhide. That dog showed you no respect. 0_0
I'm wearing milkbone underwear mon...
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