Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Sad Day


Today I had to put down my favorite beast. It has been almost twelve years with the darn mutt and I will miss her. That is close to as long as I have known my wife and the dog yelled at me much, much less.


So after blubbering and crying my eyes out at the vet, I need to release a little frustration. I feel so sorry for the Shweetness. The ass-whomping I will put on him tomorrow on the tennis courts can only be described as horrific. He should invest in a kevlar jump suit if he doesn't want Wilson stamped all over his body. I don't choose the opponents, I just sit them down. Sorry in advance Doogie, it won't be pretty.


Some people wonder why they cannot pass a poly. Or why they are slowly (ok, not so slowly, losing their tennis edge). Take a peak and wonder no more.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is that Bird Flu Man with the hooka? My oh my, there's a special place in the poly interrogation just for hooka tokers. Run!!!

Sorry to hear about your pooch...12 years was a long time for a dog to put up with you though.

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear about your dog. I too have been there, and know how hard it can be to lose a dog. But I guess I will have to feel some of your pain first hand on the tennis court.

-Doogie