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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
It's Not My Birthday but Thanks Anyway Doggy!
I love my dog but his little gifts have got to stop! This morning, rushed to get to work as usual, I open the door to go outside and almost fall trying to avoid stepping on one of his "gifts"! Then I have the "grossed out jerks" all the way to work. It was a dead baby possum! Thanks a lot doggy, but the least you could do is wrap it and put a big bow on top! I'll get over it. In fact, I'll go on with the rest of my day and completely forget about it. At least until I get home and realize that I'm the one responsible for the disposal of it. Oh no, I'm getting the "grossed out jerks" again.
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LOL... I had a cat once that was literally addicted to the cellophane wrappers on cigarette packs. He'd carry those filthy things home after what looked like he'd been digging for years under the world's oldest trash pile... empty packs, smashed packs, rotten-to-the-core packs, gross packs and sometimes we'd even find unopened packs. THIEF.
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm... I'm sitting here thinking about ol' Tom and thankfully thanking that junk yard cat for never bringing home critters. I'd have died!!! Finding 50 packs of cigarettes on my balcony is like way better then finding dead animals!! Birthday or not!!