So today, I let the dogs out to go potty so that they don’t leave me presents in my bedroom.
When I went to call them in, Mocha came right away, but Lillie ran in the other direction (of course). I muttered under my breath some jumbled sentance about stupid dogs and how this is why people at baseball games eat them with katchup.
Anyway, I soon saw what the little shi tsu was running towards, and it was the massive black neighbor dog that is truely at least 10 times her size. I think Lillie forgets that she is little more than a rodent. She sprinted towards the dog barking what I’m sure would be foul obcinities if translated into human tongue.
So I put on the only shoes I had nearby, my black high heals, threw on a brown sweater that was laying on the couch and wandered out through the snow in this plus my red pijama pants calling after the stupid dog. (Oh, and I can’t forget to mention my uncombed morning hair blowing behind me).
Ten minutes later, I came back through the woods, squirming dog in my arms, cooing in a sugary sweet voice about how she is SOOO not getting a treat and how I am going to set Jazz (the parrot) loose on her.
Oh, and did I mention that Lillie will only eat Mocha’s food, and Mocha will only eat Lillie’s food? HELP!
