Down, Boy, Down
Monday, September 29th, 2008Wade. He had a dog named Ro. Ro was a very big dog-a male chocolate lab to be exact. A 95-pound male chocolate lab.
Wade was trying to get in good with my roommates and I. He was developing a small crush on me, and he must have thought I was a dog lover. He brought Ro over one night to show-off his new tricks he learned at obedience school.
Picture it. We’re all standing outside of my little apartment. Wade calls out to Ro to sit. Ro apparently heard something different though because instead of sitting, the dog stood up on his hind legs, slammed his front paws on my shoulders, knocked me down, and then fell on top of me. An slobbered all over me with that disgustingly enormous tongue of his.
After I washed off the dog slobber and disinfected my brush burns from the cement, Wade totally tried to kiss me.
He got totally dissed. Down, boy, down!
