Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Not Crying Wolf This Time
Well I about died today when Dad was a pugsittin my sista and me while mom was at work. This is how the story goes, the grandmonsters came over and the two little girls were a playing on our momma's and dads bed-- a roughhousing with dad. Dad thought it was smart to put me up there so they could play with me. Now remember Mom and Dad's bed is 87 feet off the ground. In Dad's defense he has never raised any human or pug children so he doesn't have any common sense when we are involved. Anywho we were all a roughhousing and raising
hell cane, when all of a sudden one of the girls starts a play screaming and i gets scared and fell over dead off the bed....on my head. I starts a crying, and the girls start a crying...and dad gets all upsets about it and calls mom at WORK! He just knows something bads a happening to me, and knows Mom is never ever ever gonna forgive him if I is not a breathing by the time she gets home. Long story short, I am breathing and I am okay, but Mom told Dad to never ever ever put me back on the bed, especially when kids are bouncing on it! You would have thought they would have taught him that at pugparent school. I think he must have flunked out and they just let him take me home.