The dog corner
Last year, I created a craze. Well, She and I created a craze. We would walk The Honey to school and, in accordance with school rules, we'd stay just outside the perimeter of school property. We would wait on a corner, watch The Honey walk into school, turn around and walk home. (Side Note: on the way home, She had to pick up my "bag" that She left next to someone's tree because She was embarrassed to hold it the entire walk for all to see.) Anyway, little by little, more dog owners caught onto our loop hole of walking to school but never actually being on school property. Now, in my twilight years, I've become a bit ornery and, quite frankly, I dislike other dogs. I don't acknowledge them until they try to "introduce" themselves to me by sniffing my ass. Then I unleash the terror. Because of the overprotectiveness of my ass, She no longer allows me to walk to "dog corner". Meanwhile, there are 5-6 dogs that wait there daily. This sucks.
Last year, I created a craze. Well, She and I created a craze. We would walk The Honey to school and, in accordance with school rules, we'd stay just outside the perimeter of school property. We would wait on a corner, watch The Honey walk into school, turn around and walk home. (Side Note: on the way home, She had to pick up my "bag" that She left next to someone's tree because She was embarrassed to hold it the entire walk for all to see.) Anyway, little by little, more dog owners caught onto our loop hole of walking to school but never actually being on school property. Now, in my twilight years, I've become a bit ornery and, quite frankly, I dislike other dogs. I don't acknowledge them until they try to "introduce" themselves to me by sniffing my ass. Then I unleash the terror. Because of the overprotectiveness of my ass, She no longer allows me to walk to "dog corner". Meanwhile, there are 5-6 dogs that wait there daily. This sucks.


4 Comments:
hellooo?
Three days later...
I see I have as many readers of my blog as did listeners to my radio show.
They take me on seasonal walks. One in the spring, one in the summer, maybe one in the fall, and even I don't want one in the winter.
You'd rather be the sniffer than the sniffee?
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