It was a usual Saturday. I was laying in my favorite spot by the patio door keeping an high on the neighbor hood. I only look like I'm sleeping. I'm really on high internal alert.
The Red Devil had immerged from the closet. It was loud and roaring as it always does. When ever it gets out of the closet it is on a rampage. Dad was wrestling it around the house. Chasing it from room to room, trying to get it back into the closet. Then it ATTACKED me without warning! BEFORE I KNEW IT HAD ME BY THE TAIL!
MY PRIDE AND GLORY
MY TAIL!
I KID YOU NOT!!!!
Dad beat it down. It wasn't roaring any more. Mom grabbed me and hung on tight while Dad pulled my tail hair out of the firey mouth of the now silent beast. He had to cut some of the hair but, at least that devil no longer had a hold of me. It was forced back into the dark, cursed depths of the closet.
THAT IS WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING
WITH ME AND MY TAIL!
No worries I am all right. Justice prevails and it isn't anything a dog biscuit and a hug couldn't fix.
