This one is a big Wow. Uncle Bardie was on the floor, absolutely in histerics.
I arrived home to a pitiful scene. A panic stricken Scooter had taken refuge on the roof of his doghouse.
Below him, a furry tempest raged.
It attacked his dog dish, instantly shredding it into a scattering of twisted metal shavings – then it peeled chunks of plywood off his house and reduced them to sawdust. Finally, as I watched in amazement, it ripped shingles from under Scooter’s paws as he danced madly about in despair.
I called my buddy Stan.
“What did you toss into Scooter’s kennel?” I shouted into the phone.
“Are we talking about Chester?”
Chester is Stan’t psychotic dog.
“Yes… why is he here?”
“Daphne and I are on vacation and you have DirectTV.”
It made perfect Stan-sense.
Chester may be profoundly disturbed but there is one thing that keeps him emotionally stable – subscription television. Specifically, the dog loves the Home Shopping Network.
So to rescue Scooter, I rushed into the house and cranked…
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