Monday, March 21, 2011

Poor Mom

Pretty much FREAKED the old girl out.




You see, she could not find me anywhere yesterday.


Imagine the panic in mom's voice starting to rise about now as she starts saying
Duncan Duncan Duncan Duncan WHERE ARE YOU????


I mean, about right now you can imagine her thinking "Did he slip out between my legs when I went to get the mail?" and
"OHMYGODHEISGONEMYPOORBABYMAYSOMEBODYGREATPICKHIMUPANDBRING HIMHOMERIGHTNOW."


At last, after calling in all the neighbors and my dad and every other pup-scent-seeking dog in the 'hood, I was found.


What can I say? I was tired and it was cool and quiet way back there under the bed.
Sign me,
D, as in doghouse


































































































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