Thursday, July 16, 2009
Just had a run in with the yappy dog next door. Apparently his name is 'Fluffy'. I learnt this quite by accident when I heard his big burly owner growl out his name last week telling him to 'shut the fuck up'. Ha! I was at the letterbox and fetching the bins when he came bolting over to put on his big show. I turned around, looked at him with distaste and then claimed my territory by basically marching in his general direction and giving him a good kick in kidneys as he got under foot. Well then he proceeds to bolt, turning back every so often to yap it up some more but careful to keep his distance. Fuck it's funny watching little dogs put on a bit of bravado. Wonder what he'd be like with a few beers and cones in him? The mind boggles.