Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Meet My Dogs! and **Check Out My Sale**



Let me preface this by saying…I work at a doggie daycare, so I get to see hundreds of different dog owners every week. Plus, I am a dog owner myself. I have two furry little critters that run my house and think they own me.

Let’s face it, us dog people are crazy! What other type of person goes around talking about balls, and anal glands, and carries bags around to pick up poop with. I have two dogs, Won-Ton, a chow mix and Skeeter, a dachshund mix. Won-Ton is a lover of everyone, and Skeeter is a momma’s boy with a severe hatred of his dad, Mr. Biggs.

My dog knows that when his dad pisses him off the best revenge is to poop in his aquarium room, right in front of the tank. It never fails. That right there, is pure genius. Forget helping the blind, opening doors for me, or fetching a beer, my dog knows revenge. Sometimes I wonder what my dogs are actually thinking…and saying about me when I am not around. Call me crazy all you want. I think that if he knows what to do when he is angry, I am sure they sit around and talk trash when I am at work…

Skeeter – “Did you see that big one I laid in dad’s room last night? That will teach him to tease me with the last Doritos!”
Won-Ton – “Dude, you keep doing that and he will keep blaming his farts on you.”
Skeet – “That’s true. Man does he have some bad ones! What does he eat! I can’t see what mom sees in him!”
Won – “Hey, don’t complain! The kibble has gotten a lot better since we moved here…and the backyard is always full of rabbits!”
Skeet – “Plus we have that crazy cat to chase! “
Won – “Man, that cat is full of crap. Did you see how it chewed up mom’s shoe and acted like we did it! I am going to bite it in the ass the next time it comes out from under that bed!”
Skeet – “And it gets to sleep in the bed while we have to sleep down here on the couch. That is pure BS.”
Won – “Oh God, there they go again!”
Skeet – “I know! They get my balls taken off…but no, not dad!”
Won – “Hey, I feel you! I know, let’s go mess with them!”
Skeet – “OK! I will put my cold nose on dad’s butt, and you jump on the bed and get in mom’s hair; she hates that!”

Dad – “WOAHHH!!!!”

Can you tell that Mr. Biggs is none to fond of the pups sometimes? I think with opposable thumbs, Skeeter could take over the world…












Moe-Skeeter



Won-Ton

On another note...I am having a huge sale in my store! Buy 4 items or more and get 20% off! Also, there are tons of items I just marked for clearance...these are available at a huge savings!

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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The lady lumps, humps, and queer dogs

So, I think that I have hit that point where I know I need to go on a diet. My “Lovely Lady Lumps” have become bigger than ever, my “Humps” are quite round these days (so my sister informed me), and I got a bit more jiggle than I think I need. I think that fact that I am admitting this is good. Now, if only that excitement for losing weight can be translated into the pounds falling off.
So me and the pups get all geared up to go for a walk in the neighborhood. I had to buy Skeeter a harness today because he is such a chunk that he can slip out of any collar because his neck is thicker than his head. The only harness that was left was this black one with different neon colored tennis balls all over it. Skeeter officially looks queer. So I get everyone all buckled up and they pull me up the street.
There are so many “characters” in this neighborhood. You have the guy that lives next door to me that reminds me of that neighbor from “Home Improvement”. He is always starring over the fence at me, but never speaks. Not so much as a hey while he is ALWAYS starring at me. I just want to be like “yeah, my dogs are taking a crap, can I help you?’. Then there are the weirdos that feel that they are so important that they need to walk their dogs in the MIDDLE of the street. I could just run up to these folks and poke them in their eye. Let’s not forget those retched people that feel that they are so important that they do not have to bend over and pick their dogs crap up. I mean I know I look stupid carrying around a bag of poo but, come on, it is the nice thing to do!
Anyways, wish me luck as me and my chunky dogs try to lose a little bit of poundage. I’m off to eat some spinach, bitches!

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