Why dogs should be the main ingrediant in HOT DOGS
Yesterday, I didn’t go to work because I was sick to my stomach with some sort of gastrointestinal-nonSTDrelated(thistime) virus. So I’m thinking that if I can get past the pain, which I did, I could have a day spent playing on the internet and the 360.
Oh no.
My delicious girlfriend calls me at about noon. You see, dear friends, it’s not enough that she has one beagle that continues to be my worldly arch-nemesis. She has now got into that pretty little brain of hers that we need to DOUBLE the number of beagles, regardless of what her lease or COMMON SENSE dictates.
I’m all for nobles causes, mind you. Great American causes like giving to the needy on Christmas. Her wacko sense of morality has now convinced her that it’s a good thing to rescue nasty dogs from the pound.
After seeing a picture of this dog, I pretty much wrote him off as a soon-to-be house for the needle. Nitey-nite. The last thing I need in this world is something else that wants me to pay attention to it. I said that she should just get another boyfriend, and between the two of us she could have all kinds of messes to clean up. Plus, I bet he plays videogames at a competitive level.
No, she invites the current woman (who is completely insane, I might add) over to the house to see if our current four-legged flea hotel likes this one.
I locked up the expensive alcohol, just in case this woman tried to steal it.
This other woman brings over the dog in question, and proceeds to ‘splain that he never marks territory, or fights with her dogs, or anything like that.
With in ten minutes, that dog had done ever bad thing imaginable, including marking on Cooper’s current cage, and then biting at him later on. It was so great, I almost broke out that good alcohol I had just locked up.
After the dog and owner left, Erika was all upset and cried a lot. She tried to justify the dog’s behavior. When that OBVIOUSLY didn’t fly, she then proceeded to say this sentence:
“You’re not the boss of me. You’re NOT.” The funny part is, she said it like it was a question. Then she burst into tears again!
I will never understand girls. EVER.
Oh, and I had a really really good steak last night.