(Warning: My dog-bbq theory is somewhat offensive. So, um, if you're sensitive about dog jokes or are easily offended, you might want to, uh, avoid this post. 'Cause... yeah.)
Dog-Barbeque Theory: If the "dog" is small enough to fit into a bbq... it's not a dog. (More like a loud rat.)
Meet Duchess:
Duchess is Steve's parents' "dog".
She was adopted by them when she was about 7 years old. I think she's 15-ish now.
She is moderately evil.
And she likes taking food from small people.
Which small people find extremely distressing.
It's kinda hilarious, actually.
It's even more hilarious when small people sample the "dog" treats before giving them to the "dog".
We've been taking care of Duchess for the last week. I think everyone, including her, are glad to see her go - Neither the real dog, the cat, or the toddler are terribly appreciative of "dogs". (And I'm pretty sure she's giving me the evil eye in that last picture.) At least when she does her business on my carpet, it's so small that it's an easy mess to clean up??
*deep sigh*
