What's neat is when you go out to lunch and put your 115-year old dog into your bedroom with bowls of food and water so the youngsters can't get in there and steal her vittles, and then you come back and open the door and step into the room and, too late, realize that said 115-year old dog has taken a dump in front of the closed door and you have tracked it all over the room and smeared it on the underside of the door.
That's what's neat.
She may look like a sweet old lady in a laundry basket, but this rabble-rousing menace will defile the bedroom carpet without a second thought.
5 comments:
How super cool is that? I love that smearing thing....and you've done an excellent jot of describing it.
Mmm mmm good! I can almost smell it from here!
I still love that old dog though...
Your poochies are out of control! Well unfortunatly that's what happend to animals when they get older. They doo doo and wee wee everywere. Before Rascal died I had newspapers EVERYWERE! Whatta ya gonna do? Can't use a cork can you?
-Toots-
Your poochies are out of control!
Truer words were never uttered.
Ewwww! Life at your house is soooo fun!
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