Dog Gone....

A storm blew into Queenie's world recently, and I plumb went 'round the bend. I decided that with all the recent changes in my life( Ya'll know they haven't been good ones) that I needed to downsize in some area's I would normally NEVER consider.

I decided to re-gift a Mule. Pause here for dramatic effect.
I can hear you all gaspin' in disbelief, and frankly, I can't even blame you. I felt like my guts were bein' ripped out thru my heart!

I convinced myself that I was doin' this for all the right reasons, and that it was necessary.

So, the other day, after much heartache, despair(these are my babies people!) I loaded up food and treats, hitched Stickers to the Wagon and roared down the dirt road toward town...

I immediately told her to bite these people, eat their house, chase their old dog, and to harass their freakin' cats. I am not proud of this behavior, but nobody that reads this, or who knows me, can say they are surprised by it, so Shut it!

Stickers listened with the attention span of a gnat, so I had to repeat myself many, many times...I stopped and got her a mule treat,and myself a stiff spiced chai(too early for alcohol, and there's that pesky law against drinking and driving...) and we headed out. I had contacted the VERY NICE COUPLE,they are the sweetest folks, and told them to expect me in about 45 min.

I got as far as Albertson's parking lot when my ringy-dingy trilled....it was Hubby!

"Don't do it!!!", He shouted. I, of course, argued with him profusely, and vehemently. Insert "Big Ass Liar" here. GET OFF ME!

I boogied in my seat; heated of course, while Stickers looked sweet and cute, and licked the freakin' windows I had just cleaned. Damn Mule!!

But, she was my mule again :)

So we roared home,elated, belated, and after downing plenty of water,treats and chai, needing to heed nature's call.

We took care of business, and went out for some much needed romping in the sage, smelling the wildflowers and generally behavin' like lunatics on crack. Cause that's how we
roll.

....And then the little Bitch bit me!

Yep. I save her from a life of joy and happiness,romping around herding horses and old freakin' dogs, eating cats,and she herds me, bite's the shit out of me, and I am on the phone calling the NICE COUPLE who have no clue how dangerous and diabolical she is,offering them money to take the damn thing. Get OFF ME!! IT HURT!




Not really. Yes, she really bit me, but I am a complete sucker for big friggin' eyes, stupid lolling pink tongues and Bitches, apparently.

I haven't roasted her yet, and 'sides, Lucy is still kickin' ass and takin' names and if any Mule was going to be boiled and breaded, it would have been her!

Queenie. Glutton for Punishment.