Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Do you see this sweet, innocent face...
Behind that face hides a spoiled, rotten brat dog. Yesterday, I was on the phone with my friend Rys and it was getting close to 3:30, school pick-up time. I started to say good-bye, explaining that I had to go. As I was saying good-bye, I looked down and Jolie was standing there with her patented "Oooooh, we get to go I get to go A ride, puhleeze" look on her face. I shook my head and said "You area brat, dog." Well, evidently, my acknowledging her presence translated into "You can come" in her doggy brain, so she headed for the door. Jolie got about half-way there and stopped to look at me as if to say HURRY THE HELL UP. So, I started singing "Jolie is a brat dog, a brat dog, a brat dog. Jolie is a brat dog..." and she interrupted with Arooorooorooo. I haven't decided if she was telling me to hurry up or if she was telling me to shut up and be nice. Which do you think it was?