A friend of mine read yesterday's post and emailed me the following comment:
"When I woke up that morning at your house and found Matilda sitting on my chest staring at me, I knew she didn't play around, and this just confirms it!"
WHAT?!
First of all, she never told me about that event. Second of all, what kind of dog do I have?! That's a little scary - especially to a person like my friend, who thinks that a dog will kill you in your sleep.
When I asked her why she never told me about this, she responded with:
"I can't believe I didn't tell you this! I'm thinking that I tried to black it out, since Matilda was probably all, 'and you'd better not tell her what happened!' I am so serious dude...your dog DOES NOT PLAY, and I know I have to sleep with one eye open or else I might get it."
Now I have an image of Matilda that involves a motorcycle, leather pants, red bandana, a tattoo of "Bad to the Bone" on her back, and a northern Jersey accent.
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