Friday, March 13, 2009

The quandry of a canine

Today I spent the day at my mothers. I went with her and my father on errands and when we came back to the house their dog, Tyler, was happy we were home and he was barking and looking for attention so I sat on the floor. As I called him he stopped barking and moved toward me. In the same moment my dad was crushing a can in the kitchen. When the crunch sound came Tyler turned his head and made the Tim Allen questioning grunt, "arroo?". Mom and I busted out laughing and dad said, well he's more like a little old man than I thought. It was more entertaining in person than it sounds, although lack of sleep adds to the hilarity.

No comments:

Post a Comment