Not to be outdone by his fat bruddy...

Howdy. The Aggie here, posting on a blog people actually read. Since I'm working on other crap, I'll keep this brief.

If you've read Momma Pug's blog about Sonny the Pissing Pug (see below), you're wondering how we put up with such a terrible mutt.

Simple: we don't. We have two of them.

The other one, of course, is Deuce the Silky Terrier. Or Silky Terrorist, as his momma likes to call him. Today he was definitely a member of Puppy Hamas.

Deuce has been somewhat calmer since his neutering. And by "somewhat," I mean he's gone from being a 50-megaton nuke of noise and destruction to about 15-megaton nuke of noise and destruction. He doesn't hike anymore, but he barks at everything.

He also has developed a little bit of a tendency to...oh, how shall we say this? ATTACK.

Today, I was sitting in the living room hacking away at something when the doorbell rang. It was the mail lady, who dropped off a package and headed out. I walked out to get the package and, of course, Deuce ran past me.

And chased the mail truck.

Sadly, the truck did not A) hit him or B) Keep going. Instead, the poor Hispanic mail carrier stopped right next door with another package, only to see a 13-pound fuzzball come tearing across the grass and then fly through the air.

Thankfully, he hit the box she was carrying. By that point, Da-Da was on the scene and was royally pissed.

At the time of this posting, Deuce appears to have recovered from his asswhipping and is asleep by the window. Or, he could be scoping out his next innocent victim. You can never tell.