Seriously, what a worthless animal, and hardly a dog. Our neighbors have a pair of white ones that use our yard EXCLUSIVELY as their toilet. Never seen them crap on the neighbor's lawn, but ours is apparently the dumping ground of preference.
Sometimes if I leave the garage open, they'll rip open garbage sacks and chew on our golf bags. Whats worse is they aren't even afraid of us. I can yell, jump, stomp, and even spray the hose and they'll continue to stand there BARKING as if I'm on THEIR turf. Little *****s.
Now, lets say there's this clumsy brown guy, we'll call him Wesda, who always uses a silver Razor Scooter to go out and get the mail. Lets say Wesda hits a bump in the driveway, flies forward five feet, and lands on his side. If Wesda's neighbors had a labrador, it would come over and check on him out of genuine concern, licking his face as he moans in agony, then alerting his owner about the situation. But no, WESDA'S NEIGHBORS HAVE STUPID FARKING POODLES.
The two little *****s ran over and barked at me like I just fell on their sacred grounds. One started chewing on the cuff of my jeans while the other, less than two feet from my face, barked in my left ear. The neighbors, who were spiffily dressed and getting into a white Lincoln limousine, casually sauntered over and asked if I was okay and shooed their dogs.
If those two worthless cottonballs want war, ITS ON! Dont blame me if I accidentally spill antifreeze in the street.
Sometimes if I leave the garage open, they'll rip open garbage sacks and chew on our golf bags. Whats worse is they aren't even afraid of us. I can yell, jump, stomp, and even spray the hose and they'll continue to stand there BARKING as if I'm on THEIR turf. Little *****s.
Now, lets say there's this clumsy brown guy, we'll call him Wesda, who always uses a silver Razor Scooter to go out and get the mail. Lets say Wesda hits a bump in the driveway, flies forward five feet, and lands on his side. If Wesda's neighbors had a labrador, it would come over and check on him out of genuine concern, licking his face as he moans in agony, then alerting his owner about the situation. But no, WESDA'S NEIGHBORS HAVE STUPID FARKING POODLES.
The two little *****s ran over and barked at me like I just fell on their sacred grounds. One started chewing on the cuff of my jeans while the other, less than two feet from my face, barked in my left ear. The neighbors, who were spiffily dressed and getting into a white Lincoln limousine, casually sauntered over and asked if I was okay and shooed their dogs.
If those two worthless cottonballs want war, ITS ON! Dont blame me if I accidentally spill antifreeze in the street.