I Need A Dog

it’s official i need a dog.  ever since my dog died four years ago i wanted another, but now i need one.  i was sitting at home waiting for desperate housewives to come on when out of the corner of my eye i see something small and gray. i turn my head…it’s a mouse “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

what am i suppose to do?  if i had a gun i would try to shoot it, because there’s no way in hell i’m getting close to that thing.  or if i find it dead, i’m not picking it up because i would be scared it would come back to life just to taunt me.  this is why i need a dog.  max, my old dog, once killed a bunny because he thought it was a toy.  that’s what i need…a dog with a killer instinct.

or i can just get the rat zapper.