My house has been empty all day, except for John Wayne and Clint Eastwood on AMC. The door opened and I assumed it was Emily but instead an atom bomb approximately half the size of Hiroshima went off. My father in law passed in with his over jubilant yellow lab which sent my dogs into a tizzy. A small dog fight of sorts flared just outside my door as I lay on my flu couch trying to understand from the sounds what could possibly be happening. Standing up takes a second and teetering off in your underwear to put out a fire is never what one hopes for. I called back the obedient dog, Bob and after much encouragement he came upstairs and I locked him in. My father in law ran off after Bugsy who does what Bugsy wants to do and completely evades him as he hides in the Happy Olive store. An employee comes to tell me that my dog is in olive oil store so I dress quickly, leave Bella the maniacal Labrador Retriever locked in my stairwell. As I walk away, she begins to rip frantically at the blinds on the door. I open the door and sternly say no and walk away as if that meant anything. blinds scratching again. Enter door put crazed labrador on leash walk to the olive oil store where the owner graciously holds on to the leash whilst I go inside and assist Elizabeth in cleaning up dog puke. I even wipe down everything I had touched with the Clorox wipes that she offered. I go back outside, retrieve the retriever, and learn that carrying the Boston Terrier was not very easy with a Labrador that comes up to my head when she stands up. At least now the Labrador was not focused on every womans behind and every mans pants leg but only on getting that fine Boston cream pie out of my arms. Dizzy, breathing hard, we three stumble back to the house where I get both dogs in the house, 2 of my dogs behind the gate. I now realize I need to go tell Robbie that its okay, he can stop looking for my dog. As I walk away from the door however the insane deranged labrador goes after my blinds once again. Relying on learned knowledge I turn around, put the bloodthirsty white lab of death on the leash again and head off in search of my now lost father in law, searching for the presumed to be lost Boston Terrier. I dont know which one of us was more winded, the old man or this old man but he was relieved his sweet grand dog was not lost. My last sighting of him was when I was dousing the urinated on sidewalk with hot water in front of my neighbors store the look in his eyes was a one that was just scarred as I. He feels so bad about it I thought I better go ahead and start laughing about this now instead of later. Love you Robbie Wolff! Love you bella.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 22:10:23 +0000
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