Puppie Troubles
Although I enjoy puppies, and puppies enjoy me, Frank Allan's puppies have been giving me a little trouble lately.
The first night I had them in my appartment, they pooed inside my bed, in my closet, in my dresser, in my neighbor's dressor, in my sink, in my bath tub, inside of my stereo system, all over my framed 10,000 piece puzzle of my favorite Manatee, inside my pillow, all over my neighbor's bath tub, all over the shag carpeting in my boss's room, all over the parking lot, all over the pound truck and all over the cages in the pound.
Luckly, I was able to pick them up from the pound after they had made thier little dash outside.
They then pooed all over my car seat, on the dash board, on the landowner's new car, on the stairs the way up to my room and all over everything else a second time.
Let me just say that I used quite a bit of pooper-scoopers! My neighbors didn't seem to like the dog stuff all over thier stuff. They said the puppies "should be put down right now before this happens to my leather suit again!" and that "these little runts deserved to be thrown out the window" and that "you couldn't take care of your own foot if it wasn't screwed on to your leg you imbicle. This is why I keep telling the landloard to kick your ass out of this joint! This is worse than the cream cheese thing you had going last october!"
I thought they were a little harsh to the poor things. It's not like a couger destoryed thier furniture. They need to put thier selves in the puppie's shoes. How would you feel if people yelled at you for taking a number 2 on thier leather jacket? I thought so! Have a heart!
So I decided to take them on a walk. But, unfortunately, the puppies ran off in all different directions. I had to run around town to find them. Luckly I found them early the next morning. They were all fast asleep, thier paws cemented into a fresh cement block on a side walk 32 miles from my home.
What to do? I had to take the day off of work. I'm sitting here with my laptop feeding the puppies some of my last cans of baked beans I got last month from the buy one get 3 sale. I'm trying to find a constuction worker or something, but no one has shown up. At least the puppies can't run away now! And alot of people walking buy have commented on how cute they are, and alot of people feel very sorry for them, and how poorly they are being treated by that crazy man. I can't blame them for being mad, but the it's really not the consturctions workers' fault, the side walk needed to be fixed.
Catch ya,
B Mc
The first night I had them in my appartment, they pooed inside my bed, in my closet, in my dresser, in my neighbor's dressor, in my sink, in my bath tub, inside of my stereo system, all over my framed 10,000 piece puzzle of my favorite Manatee, inside my pillow, all over my neighbor's bath tub, all over the shag carpeting in my boss's room, all over the parking lot, all over the pound truck and all over the cages in the pound.
Luckly, I was able to pick them up from the pound after they had made thier little dash outside.
They then pooed all over my car seat, on the dash board, on the landowner's new car, on the stairs the way up to my room and all over everything else a second time.
Let me just say that I used quite a bit of pooper-scoopers! My neighbors didn't seem to like the dog stuff all over thier stuff. They said the puppies "should be put down right now before this happens to my leather suit again!" and that "these little runts deserved to be thrown out the window" and that "you couldn't take care of your own foot if it wasn't screwed on to your leg you imbicle. This is why I keep telling the landloard to kick your ass out of this joint! This is worse than the cream cheese thing you had going last october!"
I thought they were a little harsh to the poor things. It's not like a couger destoryed thier furniture. They need to put thier selves in the puppie's shoes. How would you feel if people yelled at you for taking a number 2 on thier leather jacket? I thought so! Have a heart!
So I decided to take them on a walk. But, unfortunately, the puppies ran off in all different directions. I had to run around town to find them. Luckly I found them early the next morning. They were all fast asleep, thier paws cemented into a fresh cement block on a side walk 32 miles from my home.
What to do? I had to take the day off of work. I'm sitting here with my laptop feeding the puppies some of my last cans of baked beans I got last month from the buy one get 3 sale. I'm trying to find a constuction worker or something, but no one has shown up. At least the puppies can't run away now! And alot of people walking buy have commented on how cute they are, and alot of people feel very sorry for them, and how poorly they are being treated by that crazy man. I can't blame them for being mad, but the it's really not the consturctions workers' fault, the side walk needed to be fixed.
Catch ya,
B Mc
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