The Misadventures of Duncan and Hazel - A Dog Day Afternoon

Ah, the day in a life of a dog. Imagine if you will...

"Hey Hazel, that couch sure looks mighty comfortable. Do you want to switch spots with me?"
"Look D, ain't gonna happen. You've gotten too comfortable bein' all pampered from living with the old man for so long. You've gone and lost all your street cred. You want this spot you just got to take it."
"Well, I'm not sure what street cred is, but I haven't lost anything."
"Oh Yeah! Prove it."

Not knowing what to do, Duncan decided to walk over to the hole that Hazel had eaten in his bed and began to pull out all the stuffing. As he spit the blue cotton candy out he said, "How about that?"

"You dumb mutt, that ain't nothin'. You got to really rebel. Watch." The spry Terrier began to walk along the back of the couch until she was able to reach the countertop. From there she used her snout to push off a brand new box of Puffs tissue onto the floor.
"Well I don't see how that was better then mine" said Duncan. "I mean, look at the mess I made."
"Well sure, but I'm not done yet." Hazel began to systematically pull each tissue out of the box. "This is takin way too long" she said, "I'm just gonna rip this box apart." And she did.

Duncan had lived with Trinity for way too long to let Hazel just one up him like that so he did the only thing he could do, as his short legs hindered him from reaching too high. He waddled over to the record player and pulled the toy basked down. Toys flew everywhere and as he dragged it into the living room, a berzerker rage took over Hazel.

"Damn, D. You knows I can't resist Wicker!" And Hazel tore into the basket, mixing blue stuffing, tissues and basket in a tornado of trash. As Duncan walked over to the spot Hazel had been keeping warm, he thought, "I may not have any street cred, but when dad gets home, I know he's gonna blame Hazel. I would rather be a dumb mutt, the a red assed Norfolk Terrier."










That is all,

Newt