Tuesday, March 01, 2005
My dog has pushed me and pushed me till I finally had to do the unthinkable and schedule him for a procedure that will greatly change his thinking about the ladies. Snoopy loves the ladies and thinks it is his mission in life to impregnate any and all that are in need of his services. He forgets he has responsibilities that include staying in the yard, staying in the house, not howling all night long in or out of the house. A pain in the ass dog might be a funny theme for some made for TV movie but in real life it doesn't fly. Trying to out think him is a constant chore and I am the one with the thumbs and evolution on my side. I no sooner get one step ahead of his tricks to go visit the ladies then he devises a new pattern. What gets me is he will look right at me as I am yelling his name to stay in the yard or get in the truck and then turn tail and take off knowing full well I am not a dog that could have any possibility of catching him. Yesterday I gunned the truck and beat him to his current love and set up a defense so he could not obtain access to his objective. That went well. He proceded to crawl under the truck and then sneak out the other side. I would head him off but he would just dive under the truck knowing I am way to fat to come in after him. This went on for about ten minutes till I decided to let him go for a smell of the honeymoon shack. By this time my ire has reached new heights and I am screaming at him as I approach. He takes off around the back of the house and jumps right in the truck as he has figured it might be a haven from the lunatic that is screaming outside. What gets me is the owners of the animal have never came out to investigate all the commotion around their front door. Tonight Robin told me people that live there are dealing drugs. Imagine if they are paranoid and have the curtains pulled and some guy outside screaming..........
