Wednesday, September 01, 2004

To quote Hawk Harrelson, "He gone..."

Rafferty is off on a field trip to visit Poochie the Rockin' Dog.

Enter the new attempt at the dog world...a yet-to-be-named chihuahua who should be a better fit. Can't be a worse fit.

Raf, well, Raf wouldn't sleep for an hour in the middle of the night last night and just kept trying to climb on the bed. That doesn't fly in Clubber's "Sleep is the most important thing in the world" world. The last straw for Mrs. Clubber was when Raf climbed up on all fours on the bathroom counter, sitting in the sink, while she was showering this morning.

We both felt kinda bad about having to return the aminal, as my nieces used to put it, but we were so unhappy with this dog...it just was not a good fit.

This one doesn't figure to bite or try to tackle me as much...I think it'll work out smoother.

4 Comments:

At September 1, 2004 at 8:38 PM, Blogger MC Gusto said...

Now the question is, what are you going to name the 'huahua??

It needs to be something ethnic, like CARLOS or PEPE or MIGUEL.......

 
At September 2, 2004 at 9:56 AM, Blogger Clubber Lang said...

That's why we're friends, because I thought the exact same thing.

Right now the heavy favorite is Alto, but Tomas and Fuego are still in contention.

 
At September 2, 2004 at 10:14 AM, Blogger MC Gusto said...

I dig FUEGO....that would be funny.

Although I like ALTO, just for the idea that it means STOP!

Or, you could just pay homage to the recently de-virginized step-bro and name it UCH!

 
At September 3, 2004 at 2:22 PM, Blogger Clubber Lang said...

We ended up with Tiro (to kick or to shoot) in a late upset.

 

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