Here's your chuckle for the day...this time at my expense. I don't mind sharing a BOL even with me as the target. Here's how it happened:
So last night I wake up from a productive nap and all of a sudden I sense a strange presence in my living room. High alert and on duty! First, I stalked it... Then I gave it my best K9 Grrrrrrrrrrr... Then I hit it with my most business-like BARK. Well, you won't believe this, but it wasn't even the least bit nervous and it definitely didn't run. WHAT??? Okay, so I go through the whole routine again. Stalk...Grrrr...BARK. Nothing. So then, my Mom walked right up to this lumpy human/creature thingy on our couch and.....wait for it....she touched it! GASP I went into full berzerk mode then. All out attack with everything I had in me. This is the scene:
So, then the punchline... ahem.
Mom picked up the top thingy, and yes, these are my Dad's clothes. Oh, Mom and Dad were practically rolling on the floor. Here I was ready to throw down my life to attack this horrid thing...but alas, it was a hat and coveralls. BOL BOL HARHARAHRHARHARHARHAR.
Sorta made me look like one of these:
Grr and Woof,