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My car got busted into this early morning. At two oclock this a.m. my dog when beserk, so I got up, stumbled around in
my tighty whiteys and walked down the hall looked out into the drive where we park our vehicles. Hell I even opened the
door and looked around. All the while my dog barked as if it was the end of the world. I didn't see any thing, and
figured he heard a racoon or the skunk that was stinkin up the neigborhood the night before, so after calming him
down and settling back into bed I proceeded to slide back into a nice dream. I also had the alarm set for 6:30 to meet up
with some friends to golf. Exactly 1 hour later my dog went off again , I again looked out the windows and since I didn't see
anything I proceeded to verbally chastise my dog.
Whoever it was that had broken my front window had been scared off twice and since there was only my bowling ball, bag,
and shoes in the car I guess its not that bad. What is bad is that I chewed out the dog when he was doing the job
that he gets paid for.
Needless to say he got a doggie dinner fit for a King, lots of apologies, and attention.
Karma paid me back as well I froze my but off, golfed crappy, and had to come home and vacume up all the broken glass.
P.S. Did I mention I hate thieves
and love my dog Tup:
my tighty whiteys and walked down the hall looked out into the drive where we park our vehicles. Hell I even opened the
door and looked around. All the while my dog barked as if it was the end of the world. I didn't see any thing, and
figured he heard a racoon or the skunk that was stinkin up the neigborhood the night before, so after calming him
down and settling back into bed I proceeded to slide back into a nice dream. I also had the alarm set for 6:30 to meet up
with some friends to golf. Exactly 1 hour later my dog went off again , I again looked out the windows and since I didn't see
anything I proceeded to verbally chastise my dog.
Whoever it was that had broken my front window had been scared off twice and since there was only my bowling ball, bag,
and shoes in the car I guess its not that bad. What is bad is that I chewed out the dog when he was doing the job
that he gets paid for.
Needless to say he got a doggie dinner fit for a King, lots of apologies, and attention.
Karma paid me back as well I froze my but off, golfed crappy, and had to come home and vacume up all the broken glass.
P.S. Did I mention I hate thieves
and love my dog Tup: