. . . he had prepared for the possibilty of guard dogs, but not the Black Jaws of Death!
She was brutal and ruthless!
Just when he thought all hope was lost . . .
. . . he realized there was more to lose.
Suddenly flippin' burgers doesn't seem like such a poor career choice . . .
The Catburglar discovers and takes comfort in the fact that he wasn't the only fool to enter this house.
However, it's hard to find true solace in the company of a crocodile, especially when it's trying to eat you as a last meal.
Of course, since the croc was disembowelled, the Catburglar passed right through unscathed . . . well, all things considered, anyway. Deflated and all but dismembered, the Catburglar breathes his last.
7 comments:
You have a gift, my friend. Thank you for making me smile. You jumped from killing frogs to killing robbers and crocodiles..is it wrong that I am laughing? I am sure you feel safe with such ferocious watch dogs.
Amy G
Anything for you, my dear Queen! Stayed tuned for the next episode of The Dog Days of Winter. Safe? Not so much, but loved absolutely.
Ha ha! You wanna keep Canaan for a while too?? ;)
That was too funny! And would you like to take our Gus as well? Though he be small he be fierce! Many of the boys socks and toys have been branded with his little teeth. Thanks for the laughs.
Dang it! My next career choice is to be a catburgler. I guess I am going to have to rethink that one. Teaching kids or death by fierce dog...very tough choice!
Well, that was sad... but in a "justice be done" kind of way?
I love our dogs!!!
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