Jun 13 2009
Kibbles and Bits and Bits and Bits
And now, friends and neighbors, for an amusing example of schadenfreude.
I have this brother, yes? And this brother, he has a girlfriend. And this girlfriend has a three-legged dog.
Believe it or not, the three-legged dog is not the amusing part.
What is amusing is that the three-legged dog got spooked as my brother was coming through the door the other day. The dog, jumpy and confused, pounced on the perceived predator and latched on to the first thing his teeth sank into.
Which just happened to be my brother’s crotch.
Picture this, if you will. Poor young staff sergeant comes home after a long day of serving his country only to find his staff sergeanted by an angry animal. Picture my brother, six feet tall and outfitted in camouflage, with a three-legged dog hanging off his nether regions.
Worry not; according to Mom, “the frank was okay, but the beans were bleeding a little.” So I’m sure he’ll be all right.
