Thursday, July 31, 2008

Snitch, Please

So Dad and I were in this park, right? We saw couple of stray dogs just chillin' with this cat. We walked pass, and they were cool. One mixed dawg even came up and sniffed all over me. I was like, 'hey yo, don't be getting all up in business, but you're cool.'

We step, then we hear this old woman down yonder calling Animal Control. Yes. ANIMAL CONTROL! Not the folks that try to find you your missing home, but those dudes who come and scoop us up! I barked back, 'hey yo! Dawgs! Cat! Scram! This woman just ratted you out!' They started to run and Dad tried to stay behind. A few minutes later Animal Control comes by and Dad says, 'Nope. Didn't see any strays here. Just me and me dog.' They then started talking mess about my tags.  I was seriously gonna bite someone. :)



You don't really want to mess, with me
Only doggie that I trust, is me
Mess around and make me bust, this heat
That's, the devil, they always want to dance!

3 Comments:

Blogger Joe Stains said...

I hate crabby old ladies, I'd like to mail her a box of poop!

10:48 PM  
Blogger Tupac Da Dogg said...

You said it my man! Fed Ex that sh--. Literally. You're the best!

12:29 AM  
Blogger Jackson's J1 and J2 said...

Hey pal, thanks for dropping by my blog and your kind comments. It really means a lot to me and the Js. J x

1:40 PM  

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