October 13, 2005
1-800-GRR-WOOF
Daisy stayed at my parents' house while Husband and I were on vacation. She looooooooves it there! They have a HUGE back yard, and they're home a lot more than Husband and I are, so it's like a vacation for Daisy. Different crotches to sniff! New pizza crusts to beg for! Wheeeeeeeeee -- it's Christmas!
We got back in town last night around dinner time, and I called over there to let them know I'd be coming to get Daisy. Dad answered, which means Mom is either out or dead.
"Hello?"
"WHERE'S MOM???" I demanded, looking at the four un-listened-to messages on my answering machine and wondering if one of them was about Mom's funeral arrangements.
"She took Nephew to choir practice."
"Oh. Okay, well, I'll be there to get Daisy in about 20 minutes."
"Okay. You wanna talk to her?"
"Um... N-no..."
"Awwwwwww, she wants to talk to you."
"Dad, don't put the dog on the phone. Dad! Dad? Don't put the--Daisy! Hi! ... Yes, I'll be there in a little bit... No, you can't stay there... Because you're our dog! ... Because I said so... I will take you for more walks! ... Put your grandpa back on the phone."
HE PUT THE DOG ON THE PHONE.
This is going right into my Case for Having Dad Committed file.
Comments
[obi-wan]Who's the more foolish, the fool that puts the dog on the phone, or the fool that talks to the dog on the phone?[/obi-wan]
Posted by: Marty at October 13, 2005 04:15 PM
Iew. What worries me is the fact that you found something to SAY to the dog. (That might go into my Wenchie's Crazy file.)
Posted by: Queen of Ass at October 14, 2005 09:34 AM