Bad Nature.
Last night, Haskell EXPLODED in through his doggie door with a look of terrified horror on his face. He was only on thee legs – hopping hurriedly towards us. The source of his fear was adhered to his back left paw. Panicking, he urgently presented his paw to Trevor – squeaking with urgency.
Help! Help!
The problem? A leaf had gotten stuck to his lower leg.
Trevor, laughing hysterically, watched as the leaf detached from Haskell’s paw and fell – rather anticlimactically – to the living room floor.
Please remember that this dog survived on the streets for eight months before I found him.
Poor Haskell.
4 comments:
"Haskell, the Terri-fied"
Oh, poor baby! I'm laughing as I write this, but I DO feel bad for the little guy.
Haskell! I love him. What a great dog. Thanks for sharing and making me laugh.
Anytime. He's so sweet. Just not the brightest crayon. And definitely NOT made for a life on the streets.
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