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the dog who cried “Woof!”

Two AM.

Third night in a row where Pablo excitedly barked me out of bed to go outside. Once there he just stood to sniff the air.

Stood.
just…
to sniff
the air.

Pee?
Poop?

Aw, shit, pup.

I’m pissed. Yeah. Yeah. Respect your elders. In dog years, he’s old. So instead of beating him, I am whining to you, gentle reader.

There. Fine. Folded arms and a hairy eyeball is wasted on his panting-ness. He just isn’t any not good with my furious emoting at him. Great. He’s asleep.

Okay, I’ll pat his stupid ole cow head on my way to bed. But I’m closing the bedroom door. Probably doesn’t even get this passive aggressive behavior. Damn old puppy.

Posted 06/13/2005
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