I would have been really late, because I was all *step. pause. check footing. step.*
*giggles at the mental pictures*
he's a fat pig and as such likes to get in our trash. But he doesn't tend to pull lots of it out or knock it down or anything, just lick whatever's on top.
Our dogs and cats work together to eat out of our trash. The cats are responsible for ripping the bag open and the dogs pull the stuff out, and then scatter it around so they can all share. Amusing to watch, a bitch to clean up. Especially if we've eaten chicken and the bones are in there. No matter how many times you replace the bag they'll keep ripping it open until you actually take it outside into the big wheelie bins. But stuff that. I'd rather throw the chicken bones out the window.
He likes to run away, though. Because if he goes out the front door, somebody's got to chase him.
My dog likes to run away too! Except, where your dog is fat and lazy, mine is fit and speedy. As soon as he gets out he takes off down the street, and you can't get anywhere near him without him taking off. Eventually we try to lure him back by creeping halfway down the street, and then sprinting back in the hope that his "IF IT'S MOVING WE MUST CHASE IT" instinct will kick in and he'll follow. Usually it works.
But, oddly, he only runs away during the day. At night I let him follow me to the bin and mailbox and everything, and all he does is wander a few feet away to pee on the front garden. I haven't actually been game enough to let him out during the day recently, though. He might be better behaved now that he's slightly older and I've been taking him for walks every day.
Even though we are sort of in the middle of tornado alley and all.
Srsly?! Tornados scare the utter shit out of me. I'm glad you haven't had any bad ones, though. The worst we get here are little whirly-whirlies that are like mini tornados. One blew wood chips all over our backyard once. They're kind of cute, because all they do is spit things at you. But then, we get some really strong winds coming in from the desert that are the same force and speed as a tornado, or something. Just... spread out. They blew a shed across our street, through the neighbour's yard and into the paddock once. *shakes finger. prods you* Alexandria, you must move! I will not risk having you blown away by a tornado! *marches you to her house a safer location*
Especially once they've told you to stay away
In my opinion (and experience) saying things like that is one of the worst mistakes a parent can make. That and "None of your business" and "Stay where you are" and "Don't look in my wardrobe because you won't find your Christmas presents in there".
Where did I get that? Oh. Dad."
Hee, it's fun seeing the words you pick up from your dad.
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Date: 2007-02-18 12:18 pm (UTC)*giggles at the mental pictures*
he's a fat pig and as such likes to get in our trash. But he doesn't tend to pull lots of it out or knock it down or anything, just lick whatever's on top.
Our dogs and cats work together to eat out of our trash. The cats are responsible for ripping the bag open and the dogs pull the stuff out, and then scatter it around so they can all share. Amusing to watch, a bitch to clean up. Especially if we've eaten chicken and the bones are in there. No matter how many times you replace the bag they'll keep ripping it open until you actually take it outside into the big wheelie bins. But stuff that. I'd rather throw the chicken bones out the window.
He likes to run away, though. Because if he goes out the front door, somebody's got to chase him.
My dog likes to run away too! Except, where your dog is fat and lazy, mine is fit and speedy. As soon as he gets out he takes off down the street, and you can't get anywhere near him without him taking off. Eventually we try to lure him back by creeping halfway down the street, and then sprinting back in the hope that his "IF IT'S MOVING WE MUST CHASE IT" instinct will kick in and he'll follow. Usually it works.
But, oddly, he only runs away during the day. At night I let him follow me to the bin and mailbox and everything, and all he does is wander a few feet away to pee on the front garden. I haven't actually been game enough to let him out during the day recently, though. He might be better behaved now that he's slightly older and I've been taking him for walks every day.
Even though we are sort of in the middle of tornado alley and all.
Srsly?! Tornados scare the utter shit out of me. I'm glad you haven't had any bad ones, though. The worst we get here are little whirly-whirlies that are like mini tornados. One blew wood chips all over our backyard once. They're kind of cute, because all they do is spit things at you. But then, we get some really strong winds coming in from the desert that are the same force and speed as a tornado, or something. Just... spread out. They blew a shed across our street, through the neighbour's yard and into the paddock once.
*shakes finger. prods you* Alexandria, you must move! I will not risk having you blown away by a tornado! *marches you to
her housea safer location*Especially once they've told you to stay away
In my opinion (and experience) saying things like that is one of the worst mistakes a parent can make. That and "None of your business" and "Stay where you are" and "Don't look in my wardrobe because you won't find your Christmas presents in there".
Where did I get that? Oh. Dad."
Hee, it's fun seeing the words you pick up from your dad.