Sunday, December 18, 2005

Fighting a Pit Bull

Mrs. Wigglebottom and I are having a enormous fight. I am losing. I want to lay on the couch under my half-finished afghan and sleep while Detroit loses to Cincinnati. She wants to lay on the couch under my half-finished afghan and sleep while Detroit loses to Cincinnati. I don't know why we can't reach a compromise, since it seems we have similar plans, but every time I get up to go to the bathroom or throw some more dishes into the dishwasher, she's sprawling all over the couch like it barely has room for her, let alone her and me. And if I throw her onto the floor, she's all like "I have to poop, right now. Take me out so I can poop." which I do, because I'm a good dog owner, but really she just wants to sniff around the side yard and see if anyone else has been there recently. I'm about to stuff a bone full of peanut butter and dog treats, just to lure her off the couch. It's not fair, but I'm exhausted and I need the couch.

3 Comments:

Blogger newscoma said...

I am a blog whore. Very rarely do I feel all squishy inside, other when I eat the Tennessee catfish and white beans.
You have been bookmarked. I will return, if you don't throw me out.
My dog is named Mabel. She is doing the same thing right now at this moment, except I'm watching Raising Arizona. The Colts game made me too edgy, and sort of tired.
newscoma

12/18/2005 04:16:00 PM  
Anonymous peripateticpolarbear said...

I think it's a losing proposition, but I'll cheer you on anyway.

12/18/2005 06:04:00 PM  
Blogger Exador said...

I love Raising Arizona. I had both Montgomery and Zachary over, so I had to sit on the floor in front of the couch. How pathetic is that?

12/18/2005 06:31:00 PM  

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