The friend has a dog.
So. . . she wasn't thinking clearly and just let S.F. into the house with her. These are good friends, people whose house you can sort of walk into unannounced and yell "Hey get out of the shower we're here!"
(wouldn't that be annoying, though?)
Anyway, the Matron walked in with the demon and her son, and put her purse on the floor.
Whereupon Scruffy immediately lifted his cloven hoof and PEED IN/ON HER PURSE.
She thinks this pretty much sums up her relationship with that dog.
Funny how the five remaining pounds of Easter chocolate might just be left conveniently in his dog dish tonight.
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oh dear. Put the chocolate down, ma'am.
OK, think past the digestive discomfort he will feel to the feelings you will have when you see how his body responds.
Back away slowly.
(seriously - peed on your purse? Sorry, I am a huge dog-lover, but that would about do it for me. I hear there are really nice farms that take in dogs .....)
we had a cat like that. one day, when my mum got up in the morning, BIG pool of cat pee on the dining room table. Final straw, never saw that cat again.
You've again reminded me why I shouldn't adopt a pet. Keep 'em coming. The pressure mounts/fades daily with K wanting a dog.
That is one bad dog.
As much as I love dogs and cats and all things furry, that would make me consider death by chocolate, too.
Does anyone actually LIKE this dog at your home?
That dog. That. Dog.
But. But. But Merrick sang about him. So he stays.
OMG. No wonder you call him Satan's Familiar.
On your purse? Now that's personal!
Oh yeah, I'd feed him chocolate, too.
You are a better woman than me, proven by the fact that you still have that dog.
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