Boston Terriers are a special breed…by special I mean
crazy. We have two: Penny Lane and
Guinness Stout. You can read their
personal bios here.
They are a very determined breed that can sometimes be too smart for
their own good.
A couple weeks ago I was sitting at the computer applying
for jobs working on my paper dinking around on the internets. Penny had lost her brand new ball that Al’s
mom gave her in her crate. She likes to
take her favorite toys with her when she sleeps so her little brother can’t get
them…she’s a whore like that. Penny
decided that she needed that toy NOW and couldn’t get it out. So she’s digging and generally acting like a
bigger moron than usual while Guinness is giving me this look like, “I think
she’s officially lost it.” I continue on
with my imperative quest to find the biggest waste of time on the internet…results
so far are impressive. (I mean how many
times can one really watch Lady Gaga on YouTube? The answer…waaaay more than originally thought.) After a few minutes, Penny has stopped
digging. I turn around to see the sheet
from her crate all of the way across the living room. Here is the scene…
A – The infamous crate that stole her toy. It will get dirty looks for at least a week.
B – The sheet that is usually (like unless it is being
washed) inside of the crate.
C – The new favorite toy in question. It is the best…almost as good as steak and peanut
butter.
D – Pillow from the sofa.
I’m not really sure how or why this was moved from the couch…but I’m
sure it gave Penny a dirty look, so she put it in its place.
E – Penny’s ass…she knew she was in trouble, so she was
hoping that by not being near the sheet, that I would blame it on Guinness.
F – Guinness, “Ummm…Penny went insane, and now I want to
take the toy…but you look pissed.”
Here’s another picture showing the layout and Penny’s shame…
So in conclusion…don’t be the sheet that stands between a
Boston Terrier and her new toy…because you.will.get.owned.
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