Fucking Dog
OH MY GOD.
I've never met such a stupid animal in my entire existence. Ok...Burt's dad got a dog, an Australian Shepherd. Beautiful dog. Truly...One eye is actually half blue and half brown...the other eye is brown. Incredibly beautiful dog. No brain. I go out on the porch on the second floor to smoke a cigarette...Burt told his mom that he didn't want the dog up here, it's a long haired breed and as I'm allergic to dander and dog and cat hair...it stands to reason that at least while we're here, we really don't want to spend a lot of time with me feeling like my sinus cavity is going to implode. Plus with the baby, neither of us wants to give a beautiful animal it's due especially when we'd rather spend time with the baby.
So anyway, I go out on the porch to smoke a cigarette, we don't smoke around the Muffin...at all. Plain and simple. I go out and surrounding the porch are two bars that wrap around so nobody goes over the edge. The dog slips past the two bars. I start calling the dog, Jazz, don't want to head towards it, don't want to make the dog do something stupid. Laura comes out and says Here Jazz...and the dog looks down over the edge, looks back at Laura and I and takes a god damned digger over the edge. She starts to yelp when she hits the ground. I'm mortified, scared for the retarded animal...Burt hands the baby off to Laura and we're off. We fly down the steps, I'm now a step at most behind Burt's mom and she was downstairs to begin with. Burt takes Ethan, the 2 year old. We go outside, the damn dog is wandering around acting like nothing happens. She felt all his bones and stuff, and he's fine. They are taking him into a vet to make sure nothing is wrong internally...but the FUCKING ANIMAL TOOK A DIGGER OFF A SECOND STORY PORCH.
I can't believe it. Fuckin Dog.
I've never met such a stupid animal in my entire existence. Ok...Burt's dad got a dog, an Australian Shepherd. Beautiful dog. Truly...One eye is actually half blue and half brown...the other eye is brown. Incredibly beautiful dog. No brain. I go out on the porch on the second floor to smoke a cigarette...Burt told his mom that he didn't want the dog up here, it's a long haired breed and as I'm allergic to dander and dog and cat hair...it stands to reason that at least while we're here, we really don't want to spend a lot of time with me feeling like my sinus cavity is going to implode. Plus with the baby, neither of us wants to give a beautiful animal it's due especially when we'd rather spend time with the baby.
So anyway, I go out on the porch to smoke a cigarette, we don't smoke around the Muffin...at all. Plain and simple. I go out and surrounding the porch are two bars that wrap around so nobody goes over the edge. The dog slips past the two bars. I start calling the dog, Jazz, don't want to head towards it, don't want to make the dog do something stupid. Laura comes out and says Here Jazz...and the dog looks down over the edge, looks back at Laura and I and takes a god damned digger over the edge. She starts to yelp when she hits the ground. I'm mortified, scared for the retarded animal...Burt hands the baby off to Laura and we're off. We fly down the steps, I'm now a step at most behind Burt's mom and she was downstairs to begin with. Burt takes Ethan, the 2 year old. We go outside, the damn dog is wandering around acting like nothing happens. She felt all his bones and stuff, and he's fine. They are taking him into a vet to make sure nothing is wrong internally...but the FUCKING ANIMAL TOOK A DIGGER OFF A SECOND STORY PORCH.
I can't believe it. Fuckin Dog.