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So I was just sitting here with my headphones on (but nothing playing) still trying to catch up on my communities when I heard a weird rhythmic noise. Thinking it's coming from the open window, I turned around. The noise is still off to my left. I keep turning and all of a sudden A MOTHERFUCKING DOG trots right through my office towards the window, panting. I, of course, panic, because that's what I do when I'm pregnant and there's A MOTHERFUCKING DOG trotting through my office slash nursery. I start yelling Beardo's name, he rushes in thinking my water broke or some shit, can't figure out what's going on, until I get out DOG DOG DOG. Now, this dog is actually cute, fluffy, and completely nonobjectionable except for the dog breath, so this is hilarious. He picks up the dog--no struggle, just panting--and puts him back out the (open) back door, from whence he came, and we watch him trot off while I try to get my hyperventilation under control.
And now, there's some kid outside yelling something that sounds like MEATLOAF, and a minivan blocking our driveway, and the dog circling outside the van.
UPDATE: I just stuck my head outside and the woman driving the van says OH I'M WAITING FOR (NEIGHBOR) so I say okay, but there's a dog circling your van OH I KNOW, HE'S BACK INSIDE THE VAN NOW. WTF, lady, you park outside my house, block the driveway, and let your dog roam around enough to get into a stranger's house while you yap on your cell phone or whatever? What if we had locked him in the bathroom and called animal control?
And now, there's some kid outside yelling something that sounds like MEATLOAF, and a minivan blocking our driveway, and the dog circling outside the van.
UPDATE: I just stuck my head outside and the woman driving the van says OH I'M WAITING FOR (NEIGHBOR) so I say okay, but there's a dog circling your van OH I KNOW, HE'S BACK INSIDE THE VAN NOW. WTF, lady, you park outside my house, block the driveway, and let your dog roam around enough to get into a stranger's house while you yap on your cell phone or whatever? What if we had locked him in the bathroom and called animal control?