The other evening I let Oliver out into the yard. As I've mentioned in the past, I usually check the yard to make sure P, my neighbor who is afraid of Oliver, is not doing laundry or something. Earlier that day, S was doing laundry. S loves Ollie and doesn't get freaked-out by him.
I thought the noise I heard coming from the laundry was S, but it was P. Oliver spotted him before I could get to him. Oliver gave him a menacing bark. Poor P jumped so high that he landed on the washer, startling Oliver and sending him back into the house where he promptly jammed his head in his food bowl and nervously ate it's contents.
2 comments:
Hey, maybe that's the way to get your mother to eat her carrots!
That is hilarious.
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