Oh boy, Jojo has done it now. At about 8pm I went out for a smoke and left the door cracked so I could hear the phone or anyone calling me. My roomies dog decided to bail the house and he just brought him home this afternoon.
It gets better... I run after this dog for like a whole block till I was wheezing. The fat ugly bastard manages to elude me. I get home to find him just getting back from the store. Oh shit.
I told him what happened and gave him a check for 50 bucks to cover a newspaper ad and enough alcohol to get this off his mind.
So, here I sit, powerless to catch this heathen dog, feeling stupid for losing his dog.
It was a Lab/Sharpie mix and one hell of an ugly slobbering dog.
Unfortunately, I tried thinking like a dog, you know "If I was a dog, where would I go?" but all I could come up with was "I'd go hump legs"
Dammit, my roomie looks crushed. He's like not talking to me, and only took my check because I threatened to break his nose if he didn't.
And before this, tonight was looking alright...
[):)]
NSF