Apparently, my arch-enemy has revolted and is traveling freely in my home. *see previous post* I spotted him on the carpet and immediately turned every light on in the house, because the suckers only come out at night and this is just my way of reasoning that somehow he will disintegrate vampire style...
So as I am FREAKING out considering getting the bug spray, which would mean I have to walk (no run) past the blasted thing, my dog comes walking by and notices the roach. HA-HA, you fiend! You are toast! Yeah, right. Two sniffs and a sneeze and he went on with his business of curling up on my night robe and nodding off to sleep.
MY DOG.
My dog who I'm sure at some point or other has been secretly referred to by friends and family members as Satan incarnate. My dog, who snarls hair raised- and at times even bites at his OWN owners. My dog, who would protect me til his death at the wee hours of the night when I have fallen asleep on the couch and my loving husband tries to carry me to bed. My dog.
My sucky, sucky dog.....
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Oh I don't miss having a dog at all! I completely feel for you.
Good post.
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