You’ll know what I mean
December 12th, 2006 RachelWhen your dog is too small to tell the cat “no” when the cat steals his bone, and the cat is too weird to realize that it was born a cat, not a dog, and therefore does not eat bones…
That’s nothing.
When you shoo the cat away, then ponder the oddness of the situation and think how much better it would be if you had a photo to go along with the inevitable blog post recounting this bizarre scenario…so you entice said kitty back to said dog (who by now is wondering if you are trying to steal his bone) all the while reassuring him that he can have the bone (riiiiiiight)…just come up here for one second…
THEN…
Your husband comes out and almost like you can see the words, “who did I marry again?” displayed on his forehead asks why you’ve gone from yelling, chasing and tackling the cat with the bone in it’s mouth to trying to convince him that coming back for seconds is a brilliant idea…
That’s when you’ll wonder if maybe it’s all just a teeny tiny wee bit too much.
But will, of course, blog about it anyway.
