Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Life with dog: not like life on beach with margarita

if ever again i suggest that my dog is giving me a hint for any reason whatsoever, please do me a favor and smack me. My dog does not "give hints," he plays tricks.

Dirty, nasty, evil, evil tricks.

if you think i am overreacting, then you try waking up when it's still dark outside in order to spend an hour and a half cleaning up runny, stinky, crap after your dog's first night out of the crate, all before having to report to jury duty at 8am.

i jimmy-rigged his crate back together and duct-taped his post-surgery "bonnet" back on his head and i don't believe he'll be seeing the outside of that crate for a very, very, very long time.

Or at the very least, until i get back home today.

2 comments:

Jacinda said...

Oh my! Sounds like what I woke to at Aunt Kathys back porch on Easter morning. Try 7 piles of nasty runny crap all over the back porch and carpet that they have back there. If I wouldve had a crate his a..er butt wouldve been in it for sure!!!!

Minh and Jake said...

THAT SUCKS! I am so sorry to hear about that! He will get better soon - Just keep that in mind when you have your hands wrapped around his neck!