This week I continued my quest to strip the back yard of all grass. It's going pretty well but I noticed man was trying to grow more. Silly man.
I bit my lady. That doesn't sound so good, but when you hear my side of things it makes perfect sense.
While walking on leash through my park I noticed a yellow lab looking at ducks in the river about 50 feet away. Not knowing if he was planning a covert operation to separate me from my lady and Harry, I decided to be pro-active and lunged at him, or rather what I thought was him, with a quick shark like motion. Turned out it was lady's thigh. She screamed, I got reprimanded, and that yellow-bellied lab wagged his tail.
Lady says she has a bruise and bite marks. I haven't seen them and you can't always trust the ladies.
Chewed the cover off of Harry's new tennis ball. That doesn't sound bad, but apparently Boxers has delicate digestive systems and once I tear the cover off the ball Harry then breaks up the rubber portion and ingests it. Tummy problems follow. I could eat a Dodge Dart and live to tell about it - and THAT is the reason mixed breeds are superior! (see Harry's pic - he's a handsome man isn't he?)
Ate a Dixon Ticonderoga Pencil. Again, doesn't seem that bad, except my man is a fanatic about his pencils, especially the Dixon Ticonderoga. All I can say is don't leave your favorite pencil sitting on the coffee table next to your project for all the world to see.
GOOD NEWS! That blueberry bush I chewed down to a stub two summer's ago produced TWO berries this year!
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