Goodbye Yellow Stained Road...
|Munch much...what what?|
The other day Pivo and I were snuggling on the couch and I was chewing on his ear. I do that sometimes when I'm trying to make a decision. We were trying to decide the best way for him to meet his maker.
See, he bit my sister twice the other night and her hands look like puffer fish. Usually when he bites her, I give him Snausages but my sister doesn't have insurance and the ER bills are expensive.
Also, I think his bathroom activity in the house is out of spite. I noticed that he waits till we're inside before he makes his BMs. Perhaps it's because he knows I'm plotting his death.
So far we are considering making a snuff film, killing him Dexter style (with pictures of his poop in front of him to see what heinous crimes he has committed), murder/suicide pact, or a blindfolded game of William Tell.
This probably isn't funny to anyone who loves his/her dog, but Pivo is 9 years old and has bad arthritis.
Oh yeah, and I'm in complete denial.