So this afternoon I decided to take my very hyper doggie out for a little promenade, and what to my surprise did I find at the local drug dealer's house? A pit bull shaking the chain link fence while looking at Cletus and I like we were t-bone steaks. Yeah for us. And in all fairness the neighbor only takes drugs. I have no proof that he actually sells them. Any-who, I was praying so hard that I didn't have to curl into the fetal position making sure to cover my major arteries. Since I am a BIG fan of being alive I decided to hoof it home as fast as my little feet could walk. Score one more point in the column for why I need to get a gym membership.Lily
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