Friday, July 27, 2007
Scolded (In The Dog House)
Well, I'm really in the dog-house today.
Ya see, Andrew and I were at a park earlier and were wrestling around and, I got kinda excited and ran over to another doggie (sort of a small one) and, barreled over the little guy.
Dad went absolutely bonkers on me -- I've never witnessed such a tongue-lashing.
So we got dragged into the car and put in the scoldy area out on the deck. (I just snuck out to type this -- why don't they make these keyboards in Newfie size? Hello, Mr. Gates, you're Jobbing us.) All Dad does is look at us with disgust and tell us we may not get dinner (it's already past dinner time!!!!).
He says there is absolutely no defense to a Newfie not being a Gentle Giant. As one famous accused said, "I deny the allegation and I deny the allegator". It's not working. I have to show remorse (how the heck do ya do that?).
He even said that if I ever did this again, he'd send me to "boot camp". What ever happened to three strikes? Then, he made me turn my head to take this picture. He said I dare not look into the camera and that this was part of the punishment. Egads! Just look at me. Pathetic.
I am cursed by my own breed standard. I didn't mean to hurt the little guy and he didn't get hurt but His Honor is adamant that it doesn't matter.
We may not even to be able to get out this weekend. Grounded???? Please!
Okay, okay, I did wrong but need some help from 'yall. Please, please, please send in some comments. I need character witnesses to avoid a full two-day scolding.
Really, I'm rehabilitated -- it only took a few hours. I'm beggin ya, tell Dad I should be forgiven. I think he's serious. C'mon guys -- Hummer, Axl, Preston, Chester, Gizzie, Rebus, Nanook, Pooka -- tell Dad I should have my sentence commuted.
Satchie (Scooter) Newfie