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2004-09-25 - 9:56 a.m. Serial Killers and Thieving Dogs
Much to the baby's delight the cute little horny, unneutered male beagle that roams the neighborhood impregnating everything in sight joined us. He's a nice dog, except for when there is another four-legged animal around - gender not being important. He followed us home, so I ran inside real quick to get a ball so we could play "fetch" with the doggy! How fun for a little boy, and for a doggy! A Norman Rockwell-esque image formed in a cloud above my head, a baby giggling at the doggy running back to him with a ball in his mouth, set to the peaceful sound of the late afternoon birds. After a quick search through the house I finally found the perfect ball. Oh, this was going to be SO FUN!! I skipped outside, ball in hand and tossed it across the yard for the doggy to fetch. "Look Gavin! The doggy is going to get the ball!" I exclaimed. The beagle ran across the yard, secured the ball in his jaws and took off down the street like his unneutered balls were on fire! I stood there dumbfounded. I could almost hear him saying in a little Italian accent, "Heya� thanks for the fockin' ball, Toots." I was pissed, but couldn't stop laughing. This couldn't have been further from what I had expected. Off we went, back down the street to Horny Beagle's house to try and get our ball back. Gavin wasn't quite sure what the heck was going on, but sat upright in his stroller anxiously awaiting to see what else Mommy had up the sleeve of her serial killer t-shirt. Upon arrival at the dog's house we saw him happily chewing the ball to pieces out in his backyard. I debated whether or not to authorize a rescue mission, but quickly decided against it. These people would look out into their backyard and see some disheveled woman chasing their dog around their backyard. "Slut � something� killer� I can�t read it� she's running too fast�" and then they'd look out into the front yard and see my poor son sitting in his stroller seemingly abandoned on the side of the road staring in confusion at his surroundings sans mother. "What's the number to Child Protective Services?!!" "Looks like that's the doggy's ball now," I gently explained to Gavin � and to myself.
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