12/2/08

That Awful Silky

I might be going out on a limb here, but I'm guessing that having your dog bite the FEMA dude isn't the best way to get in his good graces.

DAMN IT, DEUCE! Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. (Do you have any idea how many times I say those words? Thousands. Maybe millions of times.) DAMN IT, DEUCE!

Why can't he bite someone annoying like the Jehovah Witnesses that knock on our door at 6 a.m. on Saturday? Or the kid who rides his bike through the middle of our yard then crashes into our car? Or that stupid black cat that is stalking my Gertrude? Or that evil landlord we had we lived up in Navasota? We have a long and sundry hate list, why can't he take one for the team and be aggressive where it would be appreciated? Not when Momma and Daddy are trying to get someone to give us money!

I'm not sure, Deuce, but I think dog bites send the wrong message. Why can't you focus on expression in other ways? Like, say, by giving the FEMA guy a hand jobs. Now there's alternative!

5 comments:

Madge said...

OMG! Poor you~~

Tree said...

I guess he's not willing to take a shot in the mouth. Ingrate.

Anonymous said...

Might as well bite the fuckers for all the good they are! He would prob bite insurance agents too. Some more of the same line of fuckers!!! Hope you get the money, but I see D's point.
Auntie

The Aggie said...

It was an SBA guy.

Tree said...

SBA? In that case, tear the hell out of that bastard, D!