Guess who just came to my door advertising their dog walking/dog sitting business? The girls who own the dogs who viciously attacked Max 2 years ago! (Oh, and one of these dogs also RAN INTO THE SIDE OF MY MOVING VEHICLE last week as I drove past it's house.)
Dumbfounded, I slowly backed away from the door, shaking my head, giving an ever-so-slight wave-off gesture (kind of like you do to the flier guys in Las Vegas or New York) as I said, "No. No, thank you. No." At this point, what else is there to say?
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