we are currently babysitting a pit bull for my bro in law over there.. following is a memo the she devil wrote to said pit bull
Memo to the dog:
You are not a bird dog, hunting dog, hound dog, or coon dog. Please stop yanking my shoulder out of socket when you see fowl or rodent in our immediate vicinity. It hurts, and it negatively affects my swimming and my climbing. Additionally, those grackles in the trees above us? They know you can't get to them, so they are teasing and taunting you hoping to make you look like a jackprettythang, which you do, jumping in the air with a 120 lb woman hanging off the end of your leash while you popcorn up, flip over, and (maybe) land again. Speaking of landing, you might want to work on that. You've got jumping down PERFECTLY, but landing? Zoinks.
Also, I would like you to note that I now have several claw marks on my arm, as well as what appears to be a hematoma in my leg. While I'm sure this is just your natural exhuberance coming through, I don't like it.
One more thing, could you please NOT decide I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed to wake up once you're let back in the house? I appreciate your enthusiasm and am glad we're such good friends and all but I don't even let my husband lick my (***edited.. let's just say rear end***), so you doing it kind of makes me want to bolt off the bed and barf profusely while screaming obscenities. Since, at 7:10 a.m. I am usually incapable of such activity all at once (particularly due to my lack of coffee), all I could manage this morning was a disgusted "blearghmphhh" as I rolled away horrified, tucking a pillow behind my backside. While I'm sure many would find this humorous, I do not, therefore I request, most respectfully, that you not lick my (****again edited.. but you guys get the point***). Ever. EVER. Again. Ever.
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ya dog are great aint they?
