I don't think I revealed the latest antics of Pupsie. Not because there were more interesting things to share. We all know that not much happens around here. More like it's a subject I don't like re-living. If I already told this one, skip on down to the latest Pupsing...
Last week, Farmer H stepped out on the porch to take a pee. At least it was dark. Almost. He came back inside and put on his camouflage Crocs.
"What are you doing?"
"Going out in the yard to pick up what that stupid dog tore up now."
He came back with a trash bag containing small pieces of paper/cardboard. Said it had my name on a piece, and that it was a POOP BOX! Don't get me started. I did not order a poop box, I did not WANT a poop box, I tell that to my NP who I haven't seen since December, and I avoid answering the million calls I get from Humana. No poop box for Mrs. HM, ever since I did it and insurance didn't cover it and it cost me almost $700 out of pocket. PLUS I never even got my results. At least this one was a nice "present" for Pupsie.
Funny how you can get a package delivered that you DIDN'T order, but not half of the packages you ACTUALLY order!
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Anyhoo... Farmer H stepped out on the front porch again Wednesday evening.
"Look what that stupid dog has NOW!"
It WAS somebody's doll. Lest there's any question of the identity of the perpetrator, I direct your attention to Exhibit A during the evidentiary proceedings. She's right there in the photo!
Farmer H brought it in, waving it around, but I think he threw it back out! I don't remember. I was preoccupied with the last half hour of the 90-minute Big Brother episode. If he did throw it out, rather than putting it in the trash, I guess he figures Pupsie will finish eating it, and not leave particles on the porch, sidewalk, or yard.
I caution you not to look at the bottom edge of the picture. NOOOO!!! I warned you! Nobody needs to see Farmer H's toes, despite his monthly pedicures.
4 comments:
Locked out of my other blog! Puppy stage is hard! I knew someone who chewed her toenails and bit them off. Sorry I just threw that out there with no warning!
Where did Pupsie get the toy I wonder? I hope a child somewhere isn't crying for it. We get those poop thing, but thye come in sturdy cardboard enevelops that fit in your mailbox and (AND) they are free. You send in the little test tubes and they send back a letter telling you if things look okay or if you need to schedule a colonoscopy.
Kathy,
OH NO! I hope you can get back in. Pupsie is about a year old now. She seems to be getting more bold and more mischievous.
Speaking of bold and mischievous, how dare you put that image in my mind! You know my distaste for FEET!
River,
That's the problem. We don't know. Pupsie has been roaming WITHOUT JACK. To me, it looks like a dog toy, or some kind of decorative duck that you dress for the seasons. She tore up ANOTHER ONE two days ago. Parts of the stuffing are on the carport.
I don't know if I mentioned it, but last week our neighbor put a picture of her on Facebook, asking if anybody knew where she came from. Farmer H told her she lives here, and only got a thumbs up from the neighbor. She didn't say anything was missing or destroyed, but showed two pictures of Pupsie, with no sign of Jack.
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