Me: Muttin, STOP staring at me. This is getting to be an irritating habit of yours.
Muttin: keeps staring.
Me: What?
Muttin: no response, not even a glimmer of a tail wag.
Me: WHAT?
Muttin: Blinks.
Me: WHAT THE HELL?
Muttin: Doesn't blink.
Me: If I get up to take you out, the other two, who are sleeping contentedly, will get up all excited, and eager to go out. I'll open the door, and they'll go have a macho pee together, Jeffrey will miss getting peed on by Duke by a hair, and you? You'll start to step your precious toes out the door and smell the below zero cold and sit your butt back down on the carpet. Meaning you LIED yet again.
Muttin: Blinks.
Me: We're done here.
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Jacob Poems
As long as your hounds don't start talking back ....
Posted by: mdmhvonpa | Saturday, February 10, 2007 at 08:38 AM
They DO talk back. When they are not being snotty. Muttin is in charge. No doubt about it.
Posted by: TC | Monday, February 12, 2007 at 10:03 AM