July 20, 2013

• A Fowl Place to be a Dog

  We cannot tell you the injustice that has been perpetrated upon this home. Perpetrated! 

  This travesty of justice CANNOT be tolerated! (And it should be known, right here and now, that we ARE NOT tolerating it. Oh, hell, no.) We are pacing, we are giving sharp yips of extreme–and we mean EXTREME–disapproval, we are doing our very best to incite Riley to riot for our cause (spineless wimp is lying on the floor beside Cheryl pretending to be deaf) we ARE NOT PUTTING UP WITH THIS.

  Nancy (the good one, until this very evening) went outside (where we love to be, we do, we are an outdoor dog even if it is extremely hot and uncomfortable out there and we even stayed inside to pee today) shut ALL OF OUR DOORS and turned free those accursed chickens. All four Henriettas are prowling OUR yard, pecking at OUR plants, pooping on OUR grass, clucking at OUR Nancy

  and WE

  cannot

  get out!

  We could solve this problem in about thirty second flat if Cheryl would just open the door. Chase, bite, snap, chase bite snap, chase, bite, snap…. It makes our jowls quiver and drool just to think about it. 

  We tried talking to Cheryl about it (she yelled at us.)

  We tried even talking to The Old One (but Cheryl yelled at us.)

  This has been going on for almost twenty minutes now and even now we are sometimes driven to such outrage that little yips of rage and frustration escape us. (Riley yelled at us.)

  We have not stopped trotting since we heard the door close and we thought she can’t mean that….

  The chickens are free and we are penned up in the house!!!!!!!

  No good can come from this.

  And when it all goes to hell we will be here, ready to point out the obvious: WE TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN…

  ‘Tis hell to be a terrier in this foul place.

   

  • 8:58 pm
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