| |
The voice of reason.
So I'm in the kitchen earlier tonight, mauling into a bag of "Blue" Doritos, when MerfDog walks in and stares. Doesn't sit, just stares. Not at me, just into the space. I figured she was contemplating the details of her day. A few seconds later, HolyDog walks in, and stares. Not in the same direction as Merf, she's perpendicular to Merfie. But Holy is also just staring.
I'm quietly watching the two ponder whatever dogs ponder, as I continue to stuff more Doritos in my face, casually wiping Dorito dust onto my jeans.
It's a satisfying, peaceful, moment for the three of us.
In walks Leslie. She looks down at HolyDog, then loses her damn mind.
"Oh. My. God. IS that poop on Holy's fur? I think that's poop on Holy's fur. Smell it. Smell it. That's poop in Holy's Fur. She's been outside and she rolled in something. That something is poop. I know it is. RZ. RZ, come smell Holy's Fur. I think she's got poop IN HER FUR. Mark you smell it. It's poop. Smell it. Oh my god, she's got poop in her fur. Smell it. I can't smell it. Last time it was poop in her fur it almost made me throw up. Mark, smell it. It's poop in her fur. Smell it. POOP."
Hello tranquilizer dart?!
Leslie, and both dogs are standing there, looking at me, waiting for me to take action.
Doritorrupted and put out, I calmly say, "It's shit."
"It may be chocolate, but I'm going to assume it's shit."
"I don't need to smell it."
"I don't need to taste it."
"It's just shit. And that's all."
Less than a minute later, ShitFurDog and I are in the shower.
I should've kept my mouth shut.
3/24/2005 09:35:00 PM
|
|
|
