And we’re off to the vet. Again. Pt3

I don’t mean this Solomon, either

Pt. 2 Here.  Read on for Part 3…

Yep!  That fucking dog ran out of the cage.

Not only did he run out of the cage, but, he was jumping all over the place. I looked over at the nurse, shrugged and smiled sheepishly.  I swear I heard that dog sing “Hello, my baby. Hello, my honey.  Hello, my ragtime gal…” as he went to greet each and every dog, like he was running for mayor of Dogtown.

“It’s ok.”  The nurse tried to comfort me in my embarrassment.  “It’s probably a rush of adrenaline.”

“It better be.”  I muttered.  “And there better be something wrong with that dog.  Or he’s D E D, dead.”

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Repost: My boy’s first April Fool’s Prank

april fools prank puppy

originally published 4/2009

I’m not what you call a “morning” person. Truth be told, I’m not what you would call an “afternoon” or a “night” person, either. But, that’s a tale for another day. I give myself enough time in the morning to get ready and get the crüe up and running for the day. Besides, if I got up any earlier, I might as well not even go to bed. Maybe that’s why I’m not such a morning person.

Who the fuck does, Garfield?
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