I Hate Dogs

SOMEONE has been peeing on my knitting bag, unbeknownst to me. I have a good idea, though, because the cat uses his box or goes outside, and the Aussie, even though she's a humongous pain in the ass, would let her bladder explode before she peed inside the house.

So that leaves Ass Puppy, aka Wolfgang:  a stinky little ball of Lhasa fur, who has never been completely housetrained.

Tonight I will be digging his crate out of the attic for a refresher course in Not Being a Total Retard, and then I will attempt to salvage my yarn, along with  Superbaby's booties and a pair of baby blue jeans I've been slowly finishing. I am resisting the urge to get my club (you know, the one I have around for baby seals and small children).

I knew I smelled pee in the living room. I just couldn't figure out why.

But wait! Let me see if I can liven things up around here a bit! For inspiration, I look again to William Carlos Williams. He rolls in his grave over me, but whatever.

This Is Just To Say

I have removed the dog

that pissed on my knitting

Whom I doubt

you will ever miss.

Forgive me,

I made him into a hat.

Comments

[Jacqui]

So Ass Puppy would then in fact become an Ass Hat...what a stupid dog, he deserves a swift kick in the ass that would send him flying into the crate!