Hi folks. I apologize for the delay in my blog post this morning. I know most of you can't start your week without my wisdom. But, really, you should get on your knees right now and thank baby Jesus that I am alive. I had a brush with death on Saturday evening, and I'm just thankful to be alive to eat another pork ear.
Here's what went down: On Saturday evening, the Ruyle family - me, Lu, Mom & Dad - went for a nice family walk around around the neighborhood. Even the old man seemed to be in a good mood, because he was letting us sniff everything, rather than yanking our collars like he usually does. It was panning out to be a nice walk. As we were halfway through the walk, Mom suddenly noticed two rabid monster beasts running our way. Mom shrieked like a newborn baby, instantly putting me on alert. I stopped sniffing poop to check out the scene: low and behold, the beasts were headed our way and did not look friendly. Dad claimed they were Great Danes, but I am not so sure. I have Great Dane friends at the dog park, and they've never looked like they are about to eat me. I think they were monsters. The monsters started circling us with drool escaping their mouths and throwing paws out like they wanted a brawl. Mom was
hyper-ventilating, and Dad instructed us keep moving forward and ignore the beasts. They would not leave us alone. I was trying to keep it calm on the outside for Mom, but inside I was a little scared and felt a few trickles of urine roll down my hind leg.
Luckily, this story had a happy ending because we were saved by animal control. Someone had called the animal exterminator on these beasts and they showed up just in time to haul them away to monster jail.
I am very thankful Dog God was watching over me this weekend.
FLASH
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