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Whiskey Dry, please

Saturday, March 18, 2006

The past couple of days walking Rebel has been a little too eventful for my nicotine-infested heart. Yesterday, sonny boy got a taste of his own medicine when an extremely obese Jack Russel from United States started chasing him ferociously. That American's called Whiskey. And boy did he serve his shots straight up to Rebel. Rebel, being the one with the far better physique, outran Whiskey like a Skyline would with a Charade. Hehe. After outrunning the fat bastard, our petrified Rebel laid on the grass, rubbing his nose with his paws. That reminds me of my habitual behavior - I'd rub my nose subconsciously when I'm embarrassed or nervous.

This evening, with no sight of the fat bastard, Rebel surprised me by peeing on a lamp post with his leg up for the first time. I have been worried that he'd continue to pee like a girl for the rest of his life, especially when I was told by Rudie's mum that "Don't worry, he'd learn to pee like a boy when he sees other male dogs,". Problem is, Rebel has no other male dogs to play with! The closest he has would be that fat bastard. Anyhow, I'm glad he somehow figured how to pee like a man. Maybe he caught a glimpse of my dad or something.

And oh yes, one last thing. He didn't watch where he was going today, and he fell into the drain. Hahahahahaa.

  1. Anonymous Anonymous said:

    don't think ur dad lifts up one leg wor...ha ha !

    Rebel is so funnyyy - ur post sure makes my day : )

  1. Blogger Pat Law said:

    Rebel is a walking comedy.

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