Funny Wednesday
Thursday, March 30, 2006
I didn't go into the office yesterday because I figured I had to do something about my nagging stomach pains before I see my intestines spilling out when I shit. Turns out, I've been suffering from gastric flu. It didn't seem to make much of a difference being at home instead of the office - I was working from 11am until 6pm rushing a damn pitch deck before I could even see the Doc.
But it was nice being at home with Rebel. About 2pm or so, I heard some pesky kids shouting out his name. Must be the silly old man from next door with his cigarette and 2 grand daughters. I went to the door to check on the commotion and to my surprise, there were 4 bloody kids and 2 adults waiting to catch a glimpse of Rebel. Rebel has fans stalking his home? Good grief.
Rebel entertained the kids for a bit while I returned to my work. He would stroll into my room, get him to put him on my lap while I worked, and then get off to play with his bone, etc. Before I know it, my mum came home and shouted immediately "REBELLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!" Great, so what is it this time? I went out and discovered that sonny boy, who probably thought he's a celebrity now, pooed on my mum's very expensive carpet and the worse part is, my mum stepped on his royal shit. How bad can a situation get right?
My mum chose not to pick a fight with me on Rebel, but left me to lecture him instead. She probably knew I would've fired back 10 times as much as she would shoot at me. We got on with dinner and our usual coffee in the living room, when Rebel started tapping my mum with his paws, trying to get her attention for some weird reason. Dumbass. My mum started nagging at him for a good 10 minutes, as though he was her child (yes, been there, done that)! Rebel tilted his head to the side, wondering what the heck my mum was saying.
My mum can't nag at me anymore, and starts nagging at a dog? Sheesh.
But it was nice being at home with Rebel. About 2pm or so, I heard some pesky kids shouting out his name. Must be the silly old man from next door with his cigarette and 2 grand daughters. I went to the door to check on the commotion and to my surprise, there were 4 bloody kids and 2 adults waiting to catch a glimpse of Rebel. Rebel has fans stalking his home? Good grief.
Rebel entertained the kids for a bit while I returned to my work. He would stroll into my room, get him to put him on my lap while I worked, and then get off to play with his bone, etc. Before I know it, my mum came home and shouted immediately "REBELLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!" Great, so what is it this time? I went out and discovered that sonny boy, who probably thought he's a celebrity now, pooed on my mum's very expensive carpet and the worse part is, my mum stepped on his royal shit. How bad can a situation get right?
My mum chose not to pick a fight with me on Rebel, but left me to lecture him instead. She probably knew I would've fired back 10 times as much as she would shoot at me. We got on with dinner and our usual coffee in the living room, when Rebel started tapping my mum with his paws, trying to get her attention for some weird reason. Dumbass. My mum started nagging at him for a good 10 minutes, as though he was her child (yes, been there, done that)! Rebel tilted his head to the side, wondering what the heck my mum was saying.
My mum can't nag at me anymore, and starts nagging at a dog? Sheesh.
This entry was posted
on Thursday, March 30, 2006 at 8:55 PM.
You can skip to the end and leave a response.
9:39 PM
dogs sure know THE best place to park their waste.
the carpet below where my PC chair is resting now has my dog's vomit...
TGIF !