Friday, our pal, Jared came over with his mini-Norwood, Rocky. I figured, good times, right?
WRONG! Because the RH is NOT allowed to play with puppies. No problem? Well, except that momma says "oh, Dexter, Mango is so stressed being in the house and he will feel better if you are inside with him."
WTF? I have to suffer because BigFoot is a clumsy, grouchy oaf who bounces on puppies and tries to fit them in his jaws of doom? NO FAIR!
Look at him. Fool!
And what's up with Jared wearing his road crew visible from a distance of 87 miles shirt?
To make matters worse still, just seeing that puppy made Mango feel a hankering to experience the crunchy, furry sensation of a good chomp on yours truly.
You feel sorry for me, right?
OK, in the interest of full disclosure, I did get to play with Rocky and actually we took turns being in the yard so that the RH's head wouldn't explode or anything. Even still, just not always easy living with such a temperamental cry baby momma's dog, let me tell you.
I made a little movie you can watch here. You know, I used to embed my movies, but sometimes when I use the YouTube music, the embedded version doesn't play right. Weird.
And to what purpose was Jared here anyway? You tell me. And does he know that even though he says his name is Jay Rod that it is spelled Jar'd?
He and Master labored all day long outside and near as I can tell the only result is this pointless leggo log box with dirt in it.
P.S. Bigfoot is less big than before and is starting his second week of the antibiotics.