To the tune of "My Bonnie Sails over the Ocean" (I've been hearing that baby i-pod too much because this is what I thought up while doing a drug review today at work):
My Chiantra she dives into the garbage
My Chiantra she takes out some meat
My Chiantra she chews up my Tupperware
Oh give me my Chiantra to beat.
Beat her, beat her, a good slap on her rear end
Beat her, beat her, but I know she will do it again
Total this past week: 1 Tupperware dish, one ziploc bag of rib juice from the garbage, one half of a CHOCOLATE CUPCAKE (this is taking things too far bitch, now you've made it personal, and I was only upstairs for 15 minutes giving Mayson a bath, arrrrghhh), pack of gum off kitchen table, used diaper from the garbage (although on my run the next day I found out that Kusa also partook of that prize, luckily for her it was only pee), broke into a bag of dogfood in the basement while I was down there on the treadmill, yes I should have noticed but I was really into What Not to Wear).
And why, you ask, do I insist on buying overpriced brand name Tupperware when my dog has this insanely aggravating habit. That is probably why, it is the terrier in me. It is like a battle of wills, and she will not win. If I fold, I am admitting defeat. I will keep on paying a small fortune for plastic to microwave my food in and give me cancer because if I go for the cheap stuff I am admitting she will never stop. And dammit, I am the alpha dog, she will listen to me, or at least she will likely die before me anyway.
1 comment:
What you need is a westie like Saffron Monsoon. All terrier but doesn't eat the garbage. Kills the grass, yes and digs up our lawn, for sure but no to the garbage. And she is a little more compact.
Seriously though you have to admit that Chiantras need to destroy everything makes her far more interesting to your reader(s). :)
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