maude and the strange case of the rubber chicken
f: had to give maude a good caning yday.
o: oh dear
f: she went psycho on me with her rubber chicken (Which i found among her doggy bag things). i gave it to her, thinking i was doing a nice thing finding her long lost favourite toy, and she went NUTSO. growling. and attacking if you came within a meter of her and her wretched chicken. in the end i had to beat her over her little sausage body with my bag and chuck the darn thing. she was put in solitary confinement for the rest of the evening.
.. though she managed to sneak under the duvet and lay at my feet at some point in the night though.
o: oh, the cutie
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she better behave when she's with me. I don't do spoilt canines.
humph. she's very well-behaved
rules:
1. don't leave random food around where she can get to it
2. don't attempt to remove bone/chewies from her
3. lay out papers in upper loo
4. plop her in bed with lady v
5. whack her if she plays up (which is so rare an event, it had to be documented in blog for posterity).
woof
Lady V dislikes sausage-shaped objects in her bed, as you - er... - know. The canine will be staying with me until Mr G arrives. After that, it's up for grabs...
Bau!
i raised her a pansexual slut so she is adaptable
When you're threatened by a stranger,
When it looks like you will take a lickin', (puk, puk, puk)
There is someone waiting,
Who will hurry up and rescue you,
Just Call for Super Chicken! (puk, ack!)
Fred, if you're afraid you'll have to overlook it,
Besides you knew the job was dangerous when you took it (puk, ack!)
He will drink his super sauce
And throw the bad guys for a loss
And he will bring them in alive and kickin' (puk, puk, puk)
There is one thing you should learn
When there is no one else to turn to
Call for Super Chicken! (puk, puk, puk)
Call for Super Chicken! (puk, ack!)
We're all adaptable.....
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