g-pa
ah, man, grandpa!
you're like a little brother.
you don't really mean to, but you say shit that gets me in trouble!
yesterday irene and her husband geoff came over after one of irene's many doctor appts.
this time she's on bed rest for good. she got cracked down on. so this was her last hurrah.
she invited g-pa and i to the kirkland farmer's market.
seems like an ideal place for ol' Boo, our dog.
and let me give you a little background about our dog. i guess you don't really need to know, but it always gets a good response when i tell people she's a lab/chihuahua mix. who fucked who? yeah. i don't know.
anyway. my parents don't trust this dog at ALL.
if she goes outside she MUST be on a leash. i have better faith in her.
i let her out yesterday without a leash and she ran up to grandpa and geoff who were in the driveway. she got a good petting from geoff and then made her way on over to our frontyard where she proceeded to plop herself down on the grass and roll around a bit.
to keep Boo full of excitement, we took her to the farmer's market. walked around, had some hot dogs and left.
today, Boo didn't eat her breakfast. so, my dad, after initally hearing first about Boo's escapade outside, infuriated. asked if Boo ate anything yesterday, other than her usual food.
he said that i gave her a little bit of hot dog, and "before i could say that i gave her some too, your dad was on the war path. so watch out."
thanks gramps.
not only did you tell them shit that they didn't need to know, you ratted me out.
granted the latter is more acceptable, but still.
i'm more peeved that you told him she was unleashed.
you know they don't want to hear that!
you just have nobody else to tell about the excitement of your day and you tell them everything.
i guess i understand, but i'm still annoyed.
is this what having a little brother is like?
you're like a little brother.
you don't really mean to, but you say shit that gets me in trouble!
yesterday irene and her husband geoff came over after one of irene's many doctor appts.
this time she's on bed rest for good. she got cracked down on. so this was her last hurrah.
she invited g-pa and i to the kirkland farmer's market.
seems like an ideal place for ol' Boo, our dog.
and let me give you a little background about our dog. i guess you don't really need to know, but it always gets a good response when i tell people she's a lab/chihuahua mix. who fucked who? yeah. i don't know.
anyway. my parents don't trust this dog at ALL.
if she goes outside she MUST be on a leash. i have better faith in her.
i let her out yesterday without a leash and she ran up to grandpa and geoff who were in the driveway. she got a good petting from geoff and then made her way on over to our frontyard where she proceeded to plop herself down on the grass and roll around a bit.
to keep Boo full of excitement, we took her to the farmer's market. walked around, had some hot dogs and left.
today, Boo didn't eat her breakfast. so, my dad, after initally hearing first about Boo's escapade outside, infuriated. asked if Boo ate anything yesterday, other than her usual food.
he said that i gave her a little bit of hot dog, and "before i could say that i gave her some too, your dad was on the war path. so watch out."
thanks gramps.
not only did you tell them shit that they didn't need to know, you ratted me out.
granted the latter is more acceptable, but still.
i'm more peeved that you told him she was unleashed.
you know they don't want to hear that!
you just have nobody else to tell about the excitement of your day and you tell them everything.
i guess i understand, but i'm still annoyed.
is this what having a little brother is like?
3 Comments:
dood, first of all, the pods do trust boo a little. they let her go to a car out front without a leash on. they say, "she's real good, she won't run off anywhere."
secondly, though. remember how she ran away down 5th ave in lake city. yeah, that was real good...
thirdly, um, yeah, remember how she got REAL sick from eating fatty processed people foods? um yeah, HELLO! don't feed her hot dogs, even a bite! Remember this happened to Bear too. No more people foods ever? Also, going from a diet as mild as hers to gross fat, sodium loaded bad for you foods, even some, will mess up your system. Look at "super size me" (such a great movie) dood vomiting. Though, granted he was in the middle of a super size meal on day two or three. Sorry for the lecture.
also that is funny about g-pa though. hehe.
that guy was a pussy.
he wasn't used to eating that shit at all.
get someone "normal".
they wouldn't puke from eating a hamburger.
whata pussy.
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