turk turk.

when he knows that he has done wrong, he hides in the laundry room... the door was shut with the basket in front. he's trying to hide from me. i think, he thinks he's camouflaged. and maybe if he put his paw over his eyes, i won't see him.

seriously...

i suppose someone was not happy with my state of mind when i came home early sunday morning. this is what i found late sunday morning when i woke up, not even 7 hours later. how in the hell? oh, and yes... turk arranged them in a neat and orderly fashion.

surprisingly i didn't beat him... surprisingly! i calmly went to the storage closet, took out his crate, and reintroduced him to his chambers. torture of the long and mental kind is what i prefer. he has done some shit in the past but come on!!! never has the little bastard open my closet door, jump up on the shelf, pop open his choice of plastic boxes, drag out my favorite shoes, and chomp down on some ta$ty leather.

but as a mother does, i looked pass his faults, mistakes, and bad choices and cuddle up on the sofa with him all day.

upside? i get to go shopping!!!

again.

by RudeNeighbor

after having a lenghty conversation with turk and gauge, they simply refuse to change their ways. they told me that they enjoy talking to the other dogs when they stroll by the windows and they are not going to stop... adolescents i tell ya!

same shit, different neighbor. what do these people expect me to do because euthanizing my pets is really the only way i see how to ' resolve this problem as soon as possible'. so in other words, go fuck yourself, neighbor.