My Guardian Angel Deserves a Raise

I don't tink you should be buying. That should be the other way around. But anyway...

Glad to hear that no one was really hurt.

Never been close to being killed. I live a docile life.
 
Bless you, Willie. :kiss: :rose: Very glad you're here to tell the tale and all you got was a small mark.
 
Oh. My. Goodness. That is just ... incredible. Glad to know you're ok. :rose:



Now then, can I see your scars? :D (I can't resist a wee bit of perving!)
 
Ooooops

And/or

Strange Coinkiedinkies

and/or

A Fate Worse Than Death

This all might be a strange coinkiedinkie, I dunno, but me and my doggie Scooter share a special bond

not that, you pervert

occasionally he will flash me a mental image of doggie thoughts, sometimes sick stuffs like dead bloody kitty cats, or maybe a whole roasted chicken sitting in his food bowl. I know they are his doggie thoughts cause I hate cats but don't want them dead or bloody, and I like chicken but never eat out of his dogie food bowl, while his fovorite food is chicken.

Anywho, we was walkin along, mindin our own business, just taking a stroll. It was a town similar to yours, or a night similar to the one you was talking about, possibly just a coinkiedinkie.

When he turned rabid!!!!!

He ate through the leash and turned on lil ol me, his loving master, and was snarlin and flashin his teeth and barkin ..... and .... looking at my purse.

I quickly realized I was being robbed by a rabid dog .............. my own.

So I put my purse down on the ground, Scooter stuck his nose in my purse, I thought he was looking for my wallet, which only had 30 bucks in it but that is a lot of doggie treat loot. Then I seen some peoples walking down the street on the other side of the road, a guy with hairs stickin up out of a green button down shirt, a tall loud skinny guy, a cute round bodied girl, and a guy trying to pop a couple of zanex and down a beer and light a joint all at the same time.

Scooter pulled a calculator out of my purse, I was pissed, I wasn't gonna be robbed by my own rabid dog for a calculator, so I sternly told him no and picked up my purse and tried to pick up the calculator, he snarled at me ..... but then he sent me a mental image. It was the guy with the green button down shirt, with things flying up in front of him. Part of his shirt, part of his pants, and a nice, though now totally useless, part of himself.

I realized Scooter wasn't rabid, he was in "Lassie mode" so I stepped into the shadows to wait. He was computin trajectories and velocities and all kinds of stuffs on my calculator. Then he picked up a rock and went into the street, he looked all around and sniffed around and then finally set the rock in a strategic place.

The rest happened quickly and I was tryin to light a cigarette and didn't see it all, but it looked like Scooter tried to stop a cat from runnin into the street, but like all cats, kinda stupid, he ran around Scooter and darted into the street. Then there was screechin tires and crashin noises and stuffs and I seen a truck had stopped, with one tire on top of the rock Scooter put in the street, which slightly changed upward and out (a few inches) the trajectory of any projectiles which might of been thrown out of the truck.

Me and Scooter walked away, like all heroes and heroines, and not wanting to be called wannabe heroes on heroin, because it would have sounded like a junkies ramblins, so we just went on.

When I read your post I realized it was prolly you and your friends I seen. And maybe Scooter scared that cat into running into the street there, oooops, but he did put that rock there.

Did you go look under the front tire of that truck, hah, I thought not.

Anywho, I don't know where Scooter got his knowledge of all these events, prolly from your Guadian Angel. But your guardian angel may have saved your life, or a big part (it did look nice) of your life, by using my lil doggie as a guardian angel assistant.

Scooter didn't do it for no reward, but he does like that doggie food that when you pour a little water in it makes gravy.

See ya, Lisa.

P.S. Glad you and all your friends, and all your parts, is OK. I wrote a lil funny to try to give you a laff about it all now that you are safe. I hope you laff, and thank your guardian angel, who ain't my doggie, and live each day to the fullest, for you were apparently meant to do something great and good in your days ahead.

:rose: :rose:
 
I'm glad you're okay. In addition to the picture of your "scar", you need a picture of that green bug. Yikes!
 
God damn man. That made me want to curl up around you and keep you safe. Glad you're still with us. :rose:
 
Slyc, that's absolutely astounding, and I am so happy to know that you're still with us! :rose:
 
Hey Lisa, give your lil doggie a pat for saving our Willie's willy, yeah? What a hero!
;)

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V
 
Vermilion said:
Hey Lisa, give your lil doggie a pat for saving our Willie's willy, yeah? What a hero!
;)

x
V


Ok, I will in a minute.

Right now I am tryin to find my screwdriver, I was hanging a picture and set it down. I guess Scooter was saving my life afraid I would get hurt with it so he took it and hid it somewheres.

Its ok, I know his secret hiding places.

See ya, Lisa.

:rose: :rose:
 
Damn Slyc what are you trying to do? Act like me?

Very glad to hear that you are indeed okay.

Cat
 
I don't know what to say . . . :)

Thanks, everyone. I guess you really know who your friends are when something like this happens, and I'm glad I can count you all as friends.

And Lisa, I did get a 'laff.' Thanks :kiss:

I think I'm going to be very careful when I'm walking along the street from now on . . . .

Again, thank you, friends. All of you.

:rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose: :rose:
 
slyc_willie said:
Well, you know me . . . I ain't easy to get rid of.


You make yourself sound like a fungus. :eek: ;) Wouldn't want to get rid of you. Then who would I flirt with? :D
 
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