fear and loathing on day #12

now i really wanna share this little tale with you, dear reader, about our new pupster, lacy, however, let me be clear right here, right now: i promise i won't be like some bloggers who go on and on (and on and on) about their dog...but this was a gem of a story, so here goes...


i'm sitting on the red chair watching the idiot box when lacy starts growling...i look over and gently say come here, lacy....

she takes a more determined stance and starts yipping...i see that she is looking towards the bird cage and figure she just now noticed them and is trying to make her presence known...

she continues barking and growling, now with her hackles up...she is quite upset...

then i noticed she wasn't looking up at the birds but straight ahead at the stereo ....

the stereo system sits in a large dresser that is missing its large middle drawer...it's actually a hand-made antique that used to sit in the trident cafe, boulder iconic cafe' and bookseller... but i digress...

so i get down on the floor with her and look closer at what has obviously riled her usually sweet temperment...

more barking...more growling...

a lightbulb goes on...

i grab said offending item....

sure enough, she goes wild with consternation and disdain....

i place it on the floor and it's all she can do not to pee the floor...i'm laughing...

i put it in the pantry and she barks at the pantry door... i'm laughing so much now i am going to pee the floor...


i calm her by holding her on my lap, stroking her head, trying to get the awful image out of her wee little brain...




garden gnome...horrific... i'm laughing still...