Tonight there is a green haze filling the Basset Mayhem abode. It is quietly seeping from the posterior end of the King, Buford. He is stealth, a ninja warrior. He attacks without warning because he's sleeping. Inch by inch the lethal gas works its way from one end of the room to the other. One by one people depart for clearer skies with their shirts pulled over their noses.
He is a master, and he now gets the couch all to himself. I'm thinking that it was all a plan from the very beginning.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Wine?! NOOOO!
He is absolutely relentless! Turn your back for one second because you foolishly think Buford is sleeping and the next thing you know he's got his entire face buried in your coffee mug and 50% or more is gone!
But tonight, the bugger tried to dive into my glass of wine! I grabbed that dog by the collar and yelled "NO!" while I pulled him away and moved the wine glass to the top of the entertainment center.
Needless to say, he's not at all happy with me but I simply do not care. (...brat...)
But tonight, the bugger tried to dive into my glass of wine! I grabbed that dog by the collar and yelled "NO!" while I pulled him away and moved the wine glass to the top of the entertainment center.
Needless to say, he's not at all happy with me but I simply do not care. (...brat...)
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