Ripped to Shreds
Ripped to Shreds
All I wanted was a little dog. You know, something small, easy going, good temperament, a mans-best-friend. I thought I was getting a mix of Chihuahua and Dachshund, but this is what I ended up with: 7 pounds became 17 pounds, 10 inches became 20 inches, and cute became a little killer that has no patience with other animals, tears the stuffing out of them, and rips the carcasses to shreds. No animal is safe and stays intact for more than 48 hours.
It gets extremely difficult just walking around a house littered with animal skins and stuffing. Step over the rabbit, around the elephant, past the bear, hedgehog draped over the stool, and snake sticking out from under the couch. Even the stingray, which the salesman swore was tear-proof, lasted only one day (at least I got my money refunded).
Can somebody please invent a stuffed animal toy made out of Kevlar?
He really is a good dog and sleeps with me every night. I get greeted when I walk in the door. I have a companion when I am sitting and watching TV. And of course, I have a dining guest anytime I enter the kitchen to get a bite to eat…
But it’s the little monster in him that makes sure I don’t lie still for too long and become part of his carcass collection.
Maybe the next time my Mother-in-Law visits I should…nah…inviting…but mean.
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