Treble, the black lab we puppy sat a few weeks ago (I forgot I wrote this and just found it), paused during our morning walk: ‘Scuse me?
Scottie, furiously pulling on his leash: Yah misrabble bas-tad, ‘ow dare ye walk on mah streeeeets
Treble: hey man I didn’t mean offense
Scottie: whell ye cawzed it, din ye laddie I’m very poot owt
Me, smiling at the Scottie’s person: Good morning!
Treble: sorry man just goin’ for my morning constitutional
Guy wrangling the furious little terrier: morning.
Scottie, hopping sideways on all four paws: Feer me Ah cood tare ye lim from lim
Treble, respectfully: No doubt lil dude
Scottie, narrowing his eyes: Ahre you qwessionin’ mah ability… oar arrr ye MOCKIN MEEE
Treble: Not me your teeth are sharp I bet you could do real damage
Me: C’mon, let’s leave this crabby little barker in peace.
Scottie, leaving scrape marks in the cement as his owner dragged him away: Khrabby Aye’ll show ye khrabby ye insolent hue-mahn …
Me: wow. He has some anger issues.
Treble, shrugging: it’s cool
This dog is so laid back he’s horizontal. He’s so awesome, if his owners ever have an issue where they need to find him a new home, we’re first in line. He’s obedient, patient, and cuddly.
Examining Misadventures 