The dog, aka DestructoPup, got a hold of one of the kids’ little hacky sack balls and tore it to shreds. I had hard little beanies all over the place this morning. What a mess. So, I got the vacuum out to clean up the mess and DestructoPup started freaking out. I learned earlier in the week that he was afraid of the vacuum cleaner – he starts whimpering and whining and frantically running around. Today I was taking a delicious, sadistic pleasure in the fact that he was scared out of his wits while I cleaned up his mess. I even thought of taunting him… heh, yeah, I’m 12 years old.
So while I’m happily sweeping away in the laundry room, kitchen and family room, I turn to enter the dining room and make my way down to the bedrooms since the floor in my room had it the worst. As I turned, though, I caught the whiff of something awful and looking up I saw the joke was on me. DestructoPup had laid a nice, big, steaming pile of doo on the living room floor for me. Apparently he got so scared he literally shit himself. Lovely.
Three more days.
[tags]pets, jokes[/tags]
