Dogs

Dogs.......dogs.......dogs.......dogs.......; What can you say that hasn't been said already. We had a nice London Broil on the grill, wife made baked potatoes and a salad. It's been raining so I was grilling between the drops. She melts butter with garlic powder for dippin' the steak, we all love it. Steaks were just about done when our shepherd has an attack of explosive diarrhea in the front hall, and the back hall, and the kitchen. It was green.

So much for Sunday dinner together, my wife had to rush off to work after it was all cleaned up. She barely had time for a shower. Me and the kids enjoyed, Mom lost her appetite. Have to keep an eye on the dog tonight. The other dog, the mutt, he's fine. Must have been something the shepherd ate. A few days ago we got them these rawhide chewy toys, they have had them before. They have never had any like these, these were round and had some kind of dry meat like substance inside them. They both got sick, we threw the things out. They must have stashed some out in the yard somewhere, they have done that before.

Oh yeah, after all that, and before my wife left for work we were sharing a cigarette out on the patio. She gasps in horror and I look where she's looking. Through the kitchen door we see the mutt chewing on the filet knife, the very sharp filet knife. He must have grabbed it off the edge of the counter. He's okay, no blood no bones.

Dogs.....Enough to drive you crazy.

Hey Tommy, remember that dog at that bar? The one with one eye, missing a piece of his ear. That was a cool dog, we gave him Slim Jims and he loved us for it. That dog was old, had to be ten or twelve at least. Hey, if you see him around where you're at now, give him a Slim Jim for me. Tell him I said hey. He really was a cool old dog.