I just got done disinfecting and changing the bloody bandage on my knee again. What happened you ask......

It all started this afternoon when I sat down to lunch. While at the grocery store I picked up a big, juicy, fried chicky breast to have for lunch. I took my chicky breast into the living room with me and sat down on the couch. Dusty immediately jumped up on the table next to the couch. "Brrrring, Brrrrring", oh the telephone, better answer it could be important. I picked up the phone and put my chicky breast down on the table. That would prove to be a big mistake.

It was my insurance agent on the phone. As we chatted Dusty was kept getting closer and closer to my chicky breast. I kept shooing and pushing him away with my hand. Insurance boy was giving me some info that I needed to write down so I picked up the pen laying on the table. Pen in one hand, phone in the other. Well Dust took that prime opportune moment to seize my chicky breast! He picked it up in his mouth and slowly started to trot off with it. I couldn't yell at him and I couldn't grab him. I asked the insurance agent to hold on for a sec. Dust was on the carpet in front of me with the chicky breast still in his mouth. I popped up off the couch to try and grab it from him before he dropped it on the carpet and it became encrusted with fur. (I didn't care that it was in his mouth, just didn't want it to get possible pet-butt fur on it) Well I popped up a little too fast not realizing (until it was too late) that my right foot was stepping on my left foots untied shoelace. I started to fall forward right toward Dusty. He looked up at me with huge bug eyes, dropped the chicky breast and darted away. Guess where my knee landed? Smack dab on the sharpest bone in the chicky breast! Squished it clean into the carpet. I let out a string of explicative peppered with Dusty's name and then realized my insurance agent was still on the phone. He asked if I was okay and I told him I just tripped but I didn't go into details. Well guess who ended up eating the squished, possibly encrusted with pet butt fur chicky breast for lunch while the other spent a half hour picking shattered chicky bone out of their knee?

Little bastard.

Copyright © Tambra Jo Gwozdz
March 14, 2001