This fine fellow is Jake. Not a highly trained demonic attack dog, but fearsome nonetheless. At least he is if you happen to be my wife’s underpants (and let’s all pray fervently that you are not). He has some separation anxiety issues and hates being left alone. He finds his own methods of coping. The other day, the method of coping was the consumption and subsequent regurgitation onto the hallway carpet of a pair of familiar black underpants of the female variety.
The underpants are unavailable for comment at this time.
3 Comments
February 23, 2007 at 3:23 pm
i shall mourn the passing of the underpants.
not to be confused with passing whilst wearing underpants.
February 23, 2007 at 4:13 pm
Indeed no. Quite different and yet sad in their own deeply poignant ways.
February 26, 2007 at 5:11 pm
mum told me about this – oh how we laughed!