Stories from home
So this year one of my little sisters got a 10 month old puppy for Christmas. An energetic, half labrador half rotwieler, squirmy little bastard of a puppy. Anyway we are still housebreaking the guy and one of the tatics our family has used before is standing outside with the dog and pissing with him. One night I totally have to take a big old piss and by coincedince so does he. I push him through the dog door (he's pretty dumb) and walk outside to show him just what the hell he's doing out in the middle of the night in December. As I'm stading there I realize that I've lost track of him. I know he already went and our backyard has a high fence around it so I'm not too worried. Suddenly he appears behind my feet and as I take him back inside I realise that I don't have a treat to reward him with so he'll have to settle for an old fashioned petting. Once I touch his head though sudden realization comes to my face as he feels strangely wet.
I'D PISSED ON OUR DOG'S HEAD AND THE STUPID SON OF A BITCH DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE.
THE END.
I'D PISSED ON OUR DOG'S HEAD AND THE STUPID SON OF A BITCH DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE.
THE END.