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The dog ate my breakfast.
Oct. 27th, 2004 12:45 pmDon't know why I'm suddenly finding so much to write about.
As some of my friends know, I live in a house with one other woman and a psychotic dog. Some people don't believe me about the psychotic dog. He really is bad - he barks at me when I walk upstairs even though I've lived there for two months already. He bites people. He barks at everything that moves in the neighborhood, and will chase pedestrians along the fence, barking like he's rabid and doing the frantic doggy twirling tornado dance. Real cute, but psycho.
So this morning I open my brand-new package of bacon that I bought last night. The best thing about Atkins is bacon. Debbie asks me a question about her AOL address book giving her a bizarre error message seemingly unrelated to anything on this planet. So I take a look, and figure out what combination of clicking and spitting quarters will make the address book understand an address. Of course I turn around and there is my bacon package, on the floor and empty. This dog ate an entire pound of raw bacon in about 30 seconds. Debbie and I just about fell down laughing as I was apologizing for leaving meat on the counter where I knew he could get it, and she was apologizing for the dog eating my breakfast, and the dog was slinking off because he knew he had done a bad thing but the bacon was worth it. I just hope he passes it in the yard and doesn't have an accident in the house. Eeewww.
As some of my friends know, I live in a house with one other woman and a psychotic dog. Some people don't believe me about the psychotic dog. He really is bad - he barks at me when I walk upstairs even though I've lived there for two months already. He bites people. He barks at everything that moves in the neighborhood, and will chase pedestrians along the fence, barking like he's rabid and doing the frantic doggy twirling tornado dance. Real cute, but psycho.
So this morning I open my brand-new package of bacon that I bought last night. The best thing about Atkins is bacon. Debbie asks me a question about her AOL address book giving her a bizarre error message seemingly unrelated to anything on this planet. So I take a look, and figure out what combination of clicking and spitting quarters will make the address book understand an address. Of course I turn around and there is my bacon package, on the floor and empty. This dog ate an entire pound of raw bacon in about 30 seconds. Debbie and I just about fell down laughing as I was apologizing for leaving meat on the counter where I knew he could get it, and she was apologizing for the dog eating my breakfast, and the dog was slinking off because he knew he had done a bad thing but the bacon was worth it. I just hope he passes it in the yard and doesn't have an accident in the house. Eeewww.
