Yesterday, after work, we went to park to play. There was another family there, Scott, his wife Dee and their little boy who is Maxfield’s age. We have seen them before at the park and have made small talk in the past. This time they brought their dogs, a big Rottweiler type of dog and a basset hound.
As the kids were playing and Lauren was conversing with Dee and Scott I went over to pet the dogs. I was scratching the Rott on the head and back and sides as well as under his chin, when Scott said to me, “He (the Rott) may be a little moody. He just had surgery and has stitches.”
“Oh” I said as I stopped petting the dog. “I hope I didn’t pet him where he has the stitches.”
“I hope not.” Scott said, “He had his anal glands removed and I hope you weren’t petting him there.”
I think I met my match in the neighborhood for saying things that shouldn’t be said but are too funny to pass on.
On another note I noticed since the LawnWhisperer started his own blog he has been very lax on commenting on this one. Go and check it out. It is funny. And yell at him for not commenting over here.