So fucking sad

HBS Guy

Head Honcho
Staff member
I have ordered, been delivered and ate half of a nice spicy pizza! Yum!

Last time I did this I ordered a chili pizza, left one slice, told Demi, let us have a nap. I woke at about 11.00pm and my immediate thought was: that pizza box is no longer on the dining room table. Nor was it: my ever–greedy terrier bitch Demi had dragged it down to the floor and ate the last slice I could not manage. I wonder if she had hot farts?

Today another lovely hot pizza, lotsa meat, only could manage half. Sadly, I knew that no matter where I put the box—it would still be there later, how fucking boring! A terrier keeps you on your toes! Oh yeah! Fucking terrier will find the food no matter what!
 

HBS Guy

Head Honcho
Staff member
Yeah, will start looking really actively once back in Adelaide. Hopefully another small terrier (NOT looking for another Demi, just think terriers have more going for them than most other breeds of small dog.)
 
Top