By PhiLLiP the DoG.
FrIdaY: Started Off REAL good. Karen came over before mom got Home. Her and grandpa sat on big long bed with me and stared at box. Rubbed belly. Mom got home and i jumped and jumped and licked her face. She gets sooooo upset if I don't greet her that way. then ASHLEY came over. Same greeting. plus some butt sniffing. then we went for a WALK. LOVED IT. THEN MORE FRIENDS CAME TO VISIT! TatumJOE. They're a pack. Travel together always. then ZACK. haven't smelled that butt in over a year! Missed it.
...then they all left me.
Returned later with this STRANGER. All reeking of alcohol. Tried to kill him with barking. Persistent. He did NOT go away. He WOULD NOT leave me alone. Kept trying to sit on my floor. Annoyed me. Wouldnt stop. Tried to eat his face. Still there. Barked more. Wouldnt leave. Gave serious warning growl when he kept trying to touch me. Still annoying me. Yelling. He left. Good job.
SatUrDay: Started off on walk with mom and grandpa. Walking, walking, look left: BIG DOG. RUNNING TOWARD ME. MEAN. PUT HAIR UP ON BACK OF NECK. SHOW TEETH. STILL COMING. ATTACKS. GROWLING, SPITTING, FLINGING, YELLING FROM MOM. MEAN FACES. BIG MEAN DOG GETS PULLED OFF. MORE YELLING. ANGRY.
keep walking, a little less tall. depressed. I didnt win fight. I know I'm the biggest,meanest dog in the world...how did I not win??? Hear mom talking to grandpa about stupid humans 'why did they not have that dog on a leash? assholes'. Shes still mad.
Sad for rest of day.
SunDaY: Walk with Ashley and mom at new place. Barely tried to kill any other dog like I usually do. Spirit has been crushed.
MoNdaY: boring.
TuEsDaY: that idiotic little dog next door outside when I go out there. MUST KILL
HIM. Why is that FENCE there?? Will JUmp it. Will JUMP it. WILL JUMP IT. No. grandpa yells, idiot dog goes inside. OW. Paw hurts. Ow. ow. ow. ohh bird!
Mom gets home. paw still hurts. limping. mom and grandpa hold me down for HOURS looking at paw. just starring. OW. Dont touch! Hurts! yank paw! OW! yank paw! blood. don't know why. give up. paw still hurts. still hurts. still hurts. trying to sleep it off.
(still don't know what wrong with paw, hope it heals itself)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
BAD WEEK.
Posted by Gillian at 9:45 PM
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I really want to meet Phillip now! He is a wonderful writer - I feel like I have been there with him in his frustration, his weakness and his pain!
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