I hate telemarketers and seldom take the time to hear anything they have to say. I am almost sure I would have even less patience than LeeAnn [the cheese stands alone] if I got a wrong number call from some idiot wanting to buy a dog.*
*I actually have two, neither which are for sale, but either which I would have gladly let this idiot examine close up. One bites ankles, the other chews metal hubcaps for the fun of it.**
**She used to be a junkyard dog, but got fired for eating too much of the junk.***
***Not really, though the little one, a former dachshund previously promoted to weeniewolf, has been known to bite his share of ankles, the big one just looks mean, being half Pit Bull and half German Shepherd, and is so attention starved she easily scares away Jehovah Witnesses with her regular display of antics used to coax someone into actually petting her.
Posted by Tiger at June 12, 2003 01:19 PM | TrackBackI was very tempted, toward the end, to stick four weiners into a watermelon and sell it to him as an authentic alien dog.
I bet I could've gotten at least $5.
Oh heck, if you had told him it was a "crack puppy," you might have gotten $20.00.
Posted by: Tiger at June 13, 2003 07:11 PM