Please study the following picture closely…see if you can figure out what’s wrong with it…
What? You can’t figure it out?
I’ll give you a clue.
Those are my dogs, but they’re not exactly standing in my yard.
Oh no.
See, I was standing in my driveway when I took that picture.
And all I could repeat, over and over, was, “Stupid dogs, stupid dogs, stupid dogs.”
Grrr.
Sometimes it is difficult to be me.
Things always seem to happen at just the wrong time.
What led to the above picture?
Well, it all started last night. Rooster came home from youth group and announced that one of the lenses in his glasses was missing.
Say what?
I should have taken a picture of them. Bad blogger.
He was very apologetic as he explained that he had no idea how he had lost it. All he knew was that one moment he had it, and the next, it was gone.
Poof.
He should get his own show in Vegas.
My friend, Taylor, would surely understand. She has a boy-child who has managed to lose or break every pair of glasses he has owned. And he is all of three years of age, I think.
Well, because Rooster desperately needs his glasses to do such important things as see in school and drive, I called Eye Masters and cajoled them into shaving 1/2 off of the price to replace it. I mean…he’s only had the glasses a month. Doesn’t this speak of shoddy workmanship?
But, to get the glasses fixed ASAP, we had to leave right away.
Rooster and I got in the car, and I started backing out. I hit the button on the garage door opener and watched as the door started to come down.
And then…
A blur…
Two blurs, actually…
One white and one brown.
Oh no.
Molly and Pele.
Bonnie and Clyde…reincarnated from the dead…
Now, this isn’t a new thing, and I should have known better.
Just like the bank-robbing couple, where Bonnie was in charge, and Clyde did the heavy lifting, so it is with Molly and Pele.
Molly is the brains…
Don’t let her cuteness fool you. I think that people said Bonnie was pretty (before she got all shot up in the end).
And Pele…well, he’s the muscle and will foolishly follow along…
Seeing him smile like that makes me see red after what he puts me through each day.
Here’s how their great adventures begin…
From what I’ve noticed, when someone goes outside, Molly starts the run to the door. Pele runs behind her, jumps on the door handle, and turns it…opening the door to freedom.
It used to be funny.
Until days like today – when we needed to be somewhere ten minutes ago.
Grrr…
I have learned that the dogs suddenly develop hearing loss when I call them in. It’s best to completely ignore them and take the fun out of the chase.
But, like I said…we were in a hurry.
So, on a whim, I ran inside and grabbed a jar of peanut butter. I put some on my finger, called Molly, and held out the treat to her.
Stupid dog.
She ran close to me but took off again before I could grab her…not even interested in the peanut butter.
Stupid dog.
I put the peanut butter away and grabbed a bag of baby carrots. My dogs LOVE these.
I went outside and tried to coax them to come to me. This was the picture I got of them…
What? Don’t see the dogs?
Yeah. That’s right. That’s because the dumb dogs ran right past me.
Bonnie and Clyde would have been so proud.
I continued to hold out the proverbial carrot, and finally, Molly got too close…sneaking in a lick as I grabbed her collar…
Just like Clyde giving up the fight, so Pele gave up as well…glumly trotting back into the house, tail between his legs.
Turd.
Yes, I just said that. It’s mild compared to what I would have liked to say to them, but which I didn’t because I do not have a potty mouth.
Fortunately, the dogs are too stinking cute for their own good…
Bonnie and Clyde live to see another day.
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