Friday, July 27, 2012

Cody, the DEATH DOG! Is there something I need to know?

I'm convinced my dog thinks I'm dying.  No matter where I go around here and what I do, he's there, right there.  My wonderful mutt has even taken to sleeping next to my side of the bed which is very strange as he has slept upstairs in his crate with the boy-o's for the past 7 years.  Yup, 7 YEARS!  I swear, if I wake up and he's on my bed at my feet like those critters in nursing homes and whatnot, I'll, well, probably nothing because if he's on my damn bed, I am dead..  This started as a joke but I gotta say, it's starting to freak me out a bit.  There were 2 creepy dudes here fixing the A/C yesterday, maybe he knows something's up that I don't.
Bud Light and dog balls.
We also have a cat who is a giant ass and waiting for me to die so that she can feast on my fresh but more on her later.  If I'm alive of course.

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