She has the nerve to call us the "damndogs." I've heard her say it when she talks into square back boxes. More, she resents being interruped ...like we MEAN to get her away from black boxes for nothing. The dim female didn't even notice that our water bowl was empty. Sometimes I wish I'd just walked back into the truck instead of parading around looking for an owner. I should have developed an intelligence test for dog owners, but I didn't have time and look what I got.
Take last night. She went to sleep next to him. Instead of staying downstairs and tending us, she had the gall to leave us while we slept.
I had to go upstairs and pull on her to get her awake and moving. She was doing that cursing stuff under her hreath all the way to our room. (She calls it the living room). When I finally got her to turn on the light and LOOK at Mickey she was horrified. He'd caught a nail on his back leg in his collar. He was rolling aroung like a ball and he was ridiculous.She fixed him up and made us both go outside in the freezing cold for a "pi pi." She means to say mictuate but I don't think she can pronounce the word at 2:30 in the morning. Oh well. We pinned her to the little couch so she wouldn't wander and slept deeply.
The Road to Zimbabwe - memories of travel & romamce by John & Nancy Blignaut
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