Top Ten Tuesday
Today's Top Ten focuses on the reasons why, at this very moment, I am not a dog person. *Disclaimer: I love Daisy, we will never get rid of Daisy, she is a sweet dog. I just - well - just read...
10. My front lawn is full of holes.
9. My pretty ivy flower bed is trampeled flat, exposing the roots and therefore killing off all chances of the beautiful vine's regrowth and exposing MUD.
8. Same goes for my (once) pretty flower bed of ground cover.
7. Let's just say that it's not safe to jump in a leaf pile around here, if you catch my drift.
6. She can remove the lids from the outside garbage cans.
5. She likes to eat dirty diapers and string them out accross the yard.
4. After eating items in #5, she likes to lick my face. *ick *gag* dry heave*
3. She loves to be whomped on and will wag her tail like crazy after being punished as if asking for more.
2. She thinks that picking up the items in numero five and watching them being placed back into the trash, that it is an invitation to empty it again.
And the number one reason I am not a dog person at this very moment is (drum roll please)
She has Michael completely wrapped around her furry little toe, misplacing me and giving me a complex and (almost) making me want to run around in the yard digging holes and such.
10. My front lawn is full of holes.
9. My pretty ivy flower bed is trampeled flat, exposing the roots and therefore killing off all chances of the beautiful vine's regrowth and exposing MUD.
8. Same goes for my (once) pretty flower bed of ground cover.
7. Let's just say that it's not safe to jump in a leaf pile around here, if you catch my drift.
6. She can remove the lids from the outside garbage cans.
5. She likes to eat dirty diapers and string them out accross the yard.
4. After eating items in #5, she likes to lick my face. *ick *gag* dry heave*
3. She loves to be whomped on and will wag her tail like crazy after being punished as if asking for more.
2. She thinks that picking up the items in numero five and watching them being placed back into the trash, that it is an invitation to empty it again.
And the number one reason I am not a dog person at this very moment is (drum roll please)
She has Michael completely wrapped around her furry little toe, misplacing me and giving me a complex and (almost) making me want to run around in the yard digging holes and such.
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