Here I was, enjoying a rather beautiful day in the backyard, when Mommy came out with MY!LEASH!!!! OH!I!LOVE!MY!LEASH!BECAUSE!IT!MEANS!I!GET!TO!GO!FOR!A!WALK!OR!A!RIDE! IN!THE!CAR!!!!!! BECAUSE!I'M!ME!I'M!HOPING!FOR!BOTH!!!!!!
Well. Was THAT a mistake.
Yep. I hopped in the car and off we went. Doggy park? Vet? (I don't know it's Sunday....but I LOVE my vet!) To the bank and back? (They have doggy cookies at the bank!---but, it's that Sunday-thing again.)
OHHHHHHHHH! NO-O-O-O-O-O-OOOO!! I recognize where we are as soon as the car stops. We are at 'She-who-must-not-be-named's' house. I'm not getting out. I hate her. Maybe she's not home. (This is where my 'boys' live and I LOVE!LOVE!LOVE! them.) Poop. She's home. They aren't.
She sat on my head and nipped my ears and romped all over me until I was totally fed up and in spite of the fact that she's 3x my size, I pinned her head, growled, and bit her face. I feel horrible. She apparently didn't feel anything. I've never bit or growled in my whole life.
I'm traumatized.
She's not.
