Saturday, May 3, 2008

I met Molly

After spending the better part of my day being toted about town in a loud, terrifying, bumpy, frightening, and Yorkie-torturing mobile (some call it a car) I got to hang out in there for a couple more hours by myself while my mommy went visiting. You would think that when I was finally freed I would be on my best behavior. I was, for two minutes. I let a three-year-old pet me and peed happily on some grass.

As I was carried through our hostess's house to be relegated to the backyard where I couldn't cause problems, the large and curious Labra-doodle of the home, Molly, stood on her hind legs to innocently sniff my crotch. As anyone would, I took this as a clear attempt on my life and obvious declaration of warfare. Fearing for all I hold dear, I growled fiercely in my most vicious voice, squirming for freedom, to defeat the beast that had threatened me so. Molly blinked. I was dumped unceremoniously in the yard.

There was an awkward silence.

"Oh, she's so nice!" Molly's mother proclaimed quickly.

Now that is politeness perfected to an artform.


Jess said...

I'm laughing so hard I'm crying. We'll have to try it again at a later date. :)

Erickson Family said...

you got a good laugh out of me too. It is nice to know that Sam made the blog. c