rotting chicken skins

Sep 07, 2005 12:02

Just when I think I understand my dog, he sends me flying into a baffled state of oblivion. Saudade must have gotten into the garbage, where my mom had left the remains of roughly 50 chickens. For the most part, the bag was filled with their skin and bones, and Godknows whatever inhumane fleshy-mucus filled substance that a dead chicken carries. Of course, this is a delicacy for my little 8 month old Yorkie. He gets into the bag, and carefully places them all on a silver platter, and carries them into my messy room. Now, soundly imbedded in a mound of laundry, the chicken skins have been eaten and regurgitated, and have long surpassed the rotting stage. The smell has filled the entire 3 story house, and I think I'm going to either have a seizure or kill him. You know, from the exterior, Saudade looks like an really cute, bundle of love and joy. But on the inside of his skull lives a devious, destructive, and psychotic beast who spends countless hours planning his next attack on my already-stress-consumed life. If anyone knows who would like to suffer the caretaking of such a creature, please let me know asap...at this point, not only I'm I giving him away for free, but I will even consider a small monetary compensation for the damage he will undoubtedly enforce upon your life.

sincerely,

Mother of canine catastrophe
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