Saturday, March 8, 2008

An Open Letter to Harley

Harley, you know I love you. I would do anything for you. And for the most part you are the best doggy ever (after your brother of course).

With one, very stinky, exception.

Your ass. Seriously, I've been sitting here writing a paper for class and within the last hour, you have farted.... wait for it..... 10 times. Yes, you read that correctly. Ten. Diez. Dix. Zehn. I'm sorry, but in my book that is WAY too much. I mean, sure its funny sometimes. Like last night when Rusty told you to be quiet and stop whining. Your natural response?


Who can stay mad at a puppy who communicates with you via his butthole? I know its not your food, so I can only guess that you're doing this to essentially turn our living room into a veritable gas chamber, forcing me to go outside and play with you. Well, buddy, I've gotta hand it to you, that's a great plan.

Now that I know what you want, will you please please PLEASE stop with the farting??

Your Momma

PS. Feel free to keep farting in your dad's face. Now that? That's pure comedy.


Rusty said...

I would like NO farts please. I repeat NO farts. My farts smell good tho, so they can stay.

Meghan said...

nice hon. real nice. :)

Meghan said...

Your dogs toot?! Sick! ;)