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Like Nails on a Hardwood Floor Chalkboard

Yesterday, Red woke up at 6:00 just to let us know that he was in a bad mood and had no one to share it with. We had been out late the night before, absurdly partaking in activities involving beer and wine, which would require much more than your typical eight hours of sleep to recover from and therefore were unprepared for the assault of a cold wet nose snarfing in my face. Yes, snarfing. Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about? It’s the act of putting your nose in someone’s face and exhaling through your nostrils. If you’re successful, snot and watery discharge will spray all over your victim’s face. The assailant is typically that of the canine family.

So anyway, Red woke up. And when I yelled at him to go back to sleep, this apparently translated from English to Dog-ese as, “Pace around from the bedroom to the living room impatiently.” Red has very long toenails. And we have hardwood floors with no carpeting. The combination is less than desirable. So now, I kept hearing Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack, click-clack. Pause. Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack, click-clack. Over and over again until I felt the dire need to stick a pencil straight up my nose and give myself a lobotomy.

He’s being dropped off at the Humane Society tomorrow. (kidding, kidding)

PS – I have been tagged to do a 6 Random Things About Me type of post by Merry. It is coming soon! Don’t be too excited, people.

4 Responses to “Like Nails on a Hardwood Floor Chalkboard”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    you know, i was gonna just send an email to say that you must be the result of incest..but that really is tangential isn’t it. my goodness, this is really immature, no?

    all in all, women like you seriously have no business having dogs at this juncture. i’m sure you love your dog, but dogs need more than love. they need happy, mature parents.

  2. Sean Murphy Says:

    The person above it a moron. If I was a moron then I’d go by “anonymous” too.

  3. Colleen_Katana Says:

    I totally had to look up “tangential.” Thanks for adding to my vocabulary.

  4. Take 5 Photography Says:

    uummmm. Screw that! You’re the best dog owner i know!!!

    Funny post Colleen :-)

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