Ding Dong
The doorbell rang this morning as I was drinking my strawberry banana smoothie for breakfast. Thinking it was either UPS or a neighbor, I got up, one barking Yorkie tucked under my arm, and opened the door.
I was surprised to see a man and a woman, nicely dressed, carrying some literature. "Oh, oh", I thought, "now I'm trapped, like a caged animal." They were very nice. They spoke briefly, offered me a pamphlet, which I accepted, and left.
I thought these folks would usually try to work their way into the house in order to try to sell you on their religion. Not this time. And now I think I know the secret to prevent this from happening. I had answered the door still wearing the white t-shirt I wore to bed. And it was cold out. And I hadn't realized how much the shirt has shrunk. That's one way to get my point across without even opening my mouth.
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nope...I guess not.
I just open the door to much, much larger dogs (that growl) it's very affective.
Is it snowing over there?
I did take the Watch Tower literature and later slipped it into the jacket pocket of my friend Billy. I'm sure he is at home reading it right now.
Could have been the dog Ms. Creek. Cierra Belle must have smelled trouble. All six pounds of her. My little Rottweiler.
Oh Dykewife - that is a riot. That may have done permanent damage to those poor boys.
Ahh yes Lori - I would have invited you in! Ok, shameless flirting I know.
Haaaaaaaaa! There is some sweet justice somewhere along this tale, no?
Also, instead of a barking yorkie under my arm, it's a 120 lb St Bernard next to me. That also helps.