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The pooch who pretends she can barely walk because of her arthritus has been lost and found today and put me through hell. Left the back door open so she could enjoy the sunny weather. Someone opened the gate while i was working (either a meter reader or the mysterious visitor who leaves pez dispensers in my yard and sliced cheese on my car - and Miss Oh-My-Ancient-Legs-Are-Sore, Please-Carry-Me vanished. Hours of searching and crying and hysterical phone calls to friends later, she saunters home smelling like a dumpster and smiling.
I'd kill her, but that would be counter-productive. Going to hug her some more instead. Meanwhile, I've planned the ultimate punishment: made an appointment for her at The Dog from Ipanema tomorrow for a bath and the dreaded toenail trimming.
Take that, dogface.
I'd kill her, but that would be counter-productive. Going to hug her some more instead. Meanwhile, I've planned the ultimate punishment: made an appointment for her at The Dog from Ipanema tomorrow for a bath and the dreaded toenail trimming.
Take that, dogface.