being the stellar amigo i am, i've taken the responsibility of tending to casa mazur for the week whilst they wither away in caribbean climes.
they come back from their 6 day trip tomorrow night, and so far the house is still intact dogs and all. but, dont think i couldnt figure out a way to screw something up.
dfw was hammered for 20 hours yesterday with snow, and most tree branches have taken quite a pounding. a foreign exchange student(read immigrant day laborer) showed up earlier and offered to remove all fallen branches in exchange for pesos or tamales. i politely refused his services, thinking to myself i'll just move the branches.
this incoherent conversation-his english, my spanish- turned interesting when sam, the lab, decided to dart down the street. dead sprint. adios.
my twisted gray matter's first thought is "fuck, if this dog is dead, im gonna have to give mazur back that 100 bucks."
it's a dog, he'll find his way back, right?
yes, all's well. 45 minutes later, a neighborhood missing dog advocate, and collar reader, managed to corral the curious canine.
funny sidenote-- neighbor says sam immediately started humping his dogs.
mazurs are gone for 24 more hours, what could possibly go wrong?
7 comments:
This is great stuff Millicic.
The blog needs more of this.
I thought you were going to say that the foreign exchange student broke in the house while you chased the dog.
Mazur refuses to neuter.
sam's balls are bigger than mine.
Steller amigo bra.
Great writing, gray matter. I do like Mazur's convictions on keeping his canine's interests intact. If Miller was a dog even Mazur would have to neuter him.
let your testicles be your guide.
I'm going to print that quote out and put it above my desk.
I love how you just assumed the dog would return and didnt bother going after him.
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