Can you believe the fact that the blonde behemoth canine has been trying to keep me from drinking any water from the water dish on the back porch. Now granted, I have my own water bowl in the kitchen, but darnit, if I find my feline self out on the back porch and happen to be thirsty, I'm gonna damn well drink from that dish if I wanna. It's better than drinking out of the toilet bowl like those flop eared sots do constantly (that is so disgusting and undignified).
Anyway, I was following the human as he went to the porch, and as he shuts the door to the room there, the blonde one attempted to bite me. I narrowly escaped by jumping the gate and back into the kitchen. Naturally I stopped there to stare at the retch, conveying the depth of my absolute irritation at the fact that this dog doesn't know its place in my house.
The human came running out of the room and proceeded to feed this dog the riot act, whilst I egged him on from the kitchen table. Do I have him trained or what.
Posted by Sierra at April 22, 2005 06:58 PM