So, I get back from Henderson. Took the Beanie home. My Puppies are happy to see me after an absence of an hour or so. I let them both in the living room while I lay my aching a** out on the Sofa in front of the Boob-Tube. Ouija curls up on the Couch with me. Chewey is rolled up into a furry ball on the floor about six/eight inches from my head. Me, im aboult half comatose. That area between sleep and awake. Chewey slips out a smeller. You know SBD (silent but deadly). I go into full retard in nano seconds when it hits my nose. Sneaky little bastard is sitting there grinning I swear. Nose burning, eyes watering. gagging headed for the door for air. Hes back in the Kitchen and will stay there.-----Prick.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 19:26:22 +0000
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