Prada committed the end-all sin, the act of blatant misbehavior that will land her back in the pound. She's done a lot of bad things and many of you have questioned my commitment to this dog. Until this day I have defended her and her normally sweet but dumb puppy nature. I try and combat with a calm, gentle, dog-whisperer type nature. No longer.
She ate money. Good American, very hard to come by in this apartment money. I figure with all the bits of singles I found and the one five dollar bill, she probably got about ten dollars. I am not ashamed to say at this point that when I found this, I beat her. I yelled, I smacked. She cowered and ran. Needless to say she's not running up to me with a toy in her mouth and a wagging tail. DO NOT CROSS MY MONEY.
On the bright side - it wasn't my money :) It was the Garbage Disposal's fives and singles sitting on her dresser. Which brings me to a future post, the Garbage Disposal's new job. Please for those of you that know, don't give it away. It will be a real hum-dinger.
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Um, hello? Single and fives? I think you gave it away right there.
That's exactly what I was thinking!!
Get your mind out of the gutters ladies. I am sure she is working a vender at the Drake basketball games. Selling cotton candy, drinks etc that she needs that money to make change.
I will go to every strip club in IA to prove it.
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