Back for labs today and a unit of platelets. Still shlepping around with the cold and coughing my dang head off. Arrgggghhh.
We stopped at the grocery store on the way home; of course I stayed in the car. I'm sitting there enjoying the gorgeous spring breeze, and a car pulls in next to me. Mind you, the damn lot was about half empty. Anyway, the lady sits there doing something with the motor running for five minutes, and finally gets out of the car. I know she knows I'm there because she about needed a shoe horn to get out, she was parked so close. She closes the door carefully, and says to something inside the car, "now you be quiet!" As she walks away, a chihuahua pops up and starts going all hound-of-the-Baskervilles on me. And for the next fifteen minutes, I get my right eardrum hammered by the ferocious verbal assault of a dog with a head the size of a mandarin orange. Oh, I tried ignoring her, I tried telling her to be quiet. I even tried to reason with her ("you know, even in my significantly weakened condition, I could still kick your ass.")
Finally Kirk came out of the store and saved me. I swear my ear rang for twenty minutes afterward. Don't get me wrong -- I love dogs!
Time for a movie...
Good morning,
ReplyDeleteQuestion is: are Chihuahuas really dogs?
If it pitches in at e above high c and it stands lower than a toadstool, mmmmm...doubtful. I can hear Crocodile Dundee going, "That's not a dog..."
Careful Rosvita...there are those who would take offense at such statements. My pomeranian for example. She may look like a fluff toy but she is one hundred pounds of junkyard dog packed into five pounds! (And what about short men! lol) :)
ReplyDeleteWas that a gauntlet I hear falling?
ReplyDeleteStanding a mere 5'10" in my knee-highs, I am by FAR the smallest kid in my family (only my mother is half a foot shorter so only the very tippity top of her head appears in family photos), so I admit these things are relative.
Besides, if we don't get along, Maria's going to tell us to take it outside.
Now, Pomeranians. Are they the ones that look like they've been blowdried to within an inch of their ---- juuuust joking!
I promise you Rosvita I am the very last person to throw down a gauntlet. My motto is "run or faint like a goat!" :) And besides I don't like short men.
ReplyDeletePoms mostly look that way but I get my pup's hair cut...all that hair -- way to much trouble.
And just to make sure there's no misunderstanding I'm sending a big air hug your way!
Schwooooomp! Thanks, Lori! Got it! Rosvita
ReplyDeleteYou two crack me up! Dogs with bad manners are raised by people with bad manners or absolutely no control. My husband calls those little yappers footballs! (Only the barking ones, we love all quite dogs. :0)
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