doggone it

before you get all excited the little rat bastard is still breathing. barely. it's quite comical actually. we tried to kill him several times. one weekend we couldn't get an appointment. another weekend a vet had an opening but they wanted to see if there was something else they could do for us. besides kill him. so we gave up for a little bit. it seems whenever he does something that infuriates us he is on the hit list again. one of these days i am going to strangle him with my own two hands. it was almost today. my husband took our son to the car wash and to get mcdonald's. it was a treat he rarely gets but we are leaving for out of town. so it was a special treat. well, my husband nearly got in a five car accident on the way to the car wash. our son was a holy terror in the car wash. and after they made it home i set our son's lunch on the table while i added cheese to the burger in the microwave. ironic they call them happy meals. because none of us were happy. and we really weren't happy when we discovered the little rat bastard stole the top hamburger bun from will's hamburger. my husband, still a tad worked up from the entire trip, gently tossed the dog out the door. the dog didn't miss a beat. of course. he finished the bun out in the yard and came back up to the door like it was just another day. so we made the decision that we are taking him to the pound. again. before we leave town. oh, but wait. the humane society of st. joseph county in indiana won't take an animal unless it lives in their county. fair enough. but the closest humane society to us is in benton harbor. forty-five minutes away. i guess dogs have nine lives too.