ME: You dog needs more stuff on his sore, it's smelling. (Note: the husky/malmute/wolf hybrid, who has a sore that is stinky on his back because he is an old fart dog.)
HIM: Okay, I got a new bottle of peroxide, put some on.
ME: I just stuck my hand up a dead raw chicken's ass to make dinner. You deal with the damn dog.
HIM: Well you have a point there. Okay.
Heh. Been there.
Posted by: Stacy | February 07, 2005 at 12:38 PM