shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Good boy, Lassie. Saturday morning I woke to the sound of Scout scratching at the bedroom door. Fred wasn't in bed, so I figured he'd handle him. But the scratching kept up. So I got up and let him in the bedroom. He hung around and hung around. Finally I caught on. Scout was playing Lassie...trying to tell me something. "Hmmmm...where's Boo?", I thought. With little urging, Scout led me right to him, crouched behind the ottoman, happily chewing on one of my favorite pens. My PEN! (You KNOW how I am about pens. And this one was a good one. Not "good" expensive, but "good" to write with. Smooth. Nice black line.) Chewed pen = dead dog. Okay, "yelled at" dog. Good thing Pentel RSVPs are cheap, and dogs aren't. Otherwise, it might've gotten ugly. 9:50 p.m. - 2004-08-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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