T&KBrouse
K, the Crazy Snake Lady
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Now, I'm not really what you would call a "dog person."
We have had dogs in the past, most recently, a Basset Hound and a Great Dane. They were great dogs and I took care of them, but I personally, am just very partial to reptiles.
My daughter, whom we refer to as "Ellie Mae" volunteered this weekend to watch her friend's pets while they were away for the weekend. A parakeet, and a mini chihuahua...
These people know we have snakes. Some large ones, too. Nevertheless, they walked into our house and plopped down this thing on the floor that looked like a dashboard ornament. Then it moved... And I realized, this was the dog! They put this little, one pound, furry gerbil-like creature in the middle of my floor, not 5 feet from our 3 year old Burmese that my son was holding, also on the floor! Well, this caught Bob's attention! He eats 3 to 4 pound rabbits! This little tid-bit was an appetizer! Even our brainless cat knows better than to go near Bob!
So, luckily, my family has practiced snake drills, just in case of situations like this. My son, Jake, scoops up Bob and whisks him away to the other room while my daughter, EJ, moves in and scoops up the dog, taking him to the other side of the house. Meanwhile, Bob is doing his best to launch his 9 feet of body off of Jake to get to the food that EJ is holding, that by the way, has now peed on her...
The rest of the evening, consisted of my male children refering to this little tribble-like thing as sporting equipment (racket ball, tennis ball, and the ever popular football.).
And apparently, if it pees on the floor again, my husband is going to use it as bait...
The cat has taken personal offense to this thing being in "his" house. After sauntering up to it and giving it a sniff, Thorin batted at it to see if it would move. Well, it did... It yipped, peed and ran away...
Thorin then walked over to me, grabbed a hold of my ankle and bit the hell-fire out of me... Like it was all my fault!!
Now, I'm not trying to bash dogs, or find fault with chihuahuas or anything. Hey, everyone has their favorites, ya know? But why on earth, would you ask someone who has a house full of predacious animals, to watch your precious little food source?? And why, oh why, would my daughter AGREE to such a thing???
The last 24 hours have just been a comedy of errors around here. All stemming from this little "dog."
I better be getting some good Karma points for this...
We have had dogs in the past, most recently, a Basset Hound and a Great Dane. They were great dogs and I took care of them, but I personally, am just very partial to reptiles.
My daughter, whom we refer to as "Ellie Mae" volunteered this weekend to watch her friend's pets while they were away for the weekend. A parakeet, and a mini chihuahua...
These people know we have snakes. Some large ones, too. Nevertheless, they walked into our house and plopped down this thing on the floor that looked like a dashboard ornament. Then it moved... And I realized, this was the dog! They put this little, one pound, furry gerbil-like creature in the middle of my floor, not 5 feet from our 3 year old Burmese that my son was holding, also on the floor! Well, this caught Bob's attention! He eats 3 to 4 pound rabbits! This little tid-bit was an appetizer! Even our brainless cat knows better than to go near Bob!
So, luckily, my family has practiced snake drills, just in case of situations like this. My son, Jake, scoops up Bob and whisks him away to the other room while my daughter, EJ, moves in and scoops up the dog, taking him to the other side of the house. Meanwhile, Bob is doing his best to launch his 9 feet of body off of Jake to get to the food that EJ is holding, that by the way, has now peed on her...
The rest of the evening, consisted of my male children refering to this little tribble-like thing as sporting equipment (racket ball, tennis ball, and the ever popular football.).
And apparently, if it pees on the floor again, my husband is going to use it as bait...
The cat has taken personal offense to this thing being in "his" house. After sauntering up to it and giving it a sniff, Thorin batted at it to see if it would move. Well, it did... It yipped, peed and ran away...
Thorin then walked over to me, grabbed a hold of my ankle and bit the hell-fire out of me... Like it was all my fault!!
Now, I'm not trying to bash dogs, or find fault with chihuahuas or anything. Hey, everyone has their favorites, ya know? But why on earth, would you ask someone who has a house full of predacious animals, to watch your precious little food source?? And why, oh why, would my daughter AGREE to such a thing???
The last 24 hours have just been a comedy of errors around here. All stemming from this little "dog."
I better be getting some good Karma points for this...