As you may have known from a previous post, I was at a barbecue party thing last night with my sister and her husband. Her dog was also there. Anyway we had a lot of food on a coffee table, one of my brother-in-laws cousins got up from the couch to pee, and I guess he was drunk AF cuz he tripped and fell. In the ensuing chaos the little scruffy fuck had stolen two sausages from a tray before my sister, who was less than a foot away, could grab him. It was like he biding his time.
He was quite pleased with himself, my sister less so.
I was out with one of my dogs yesterday meeting a friend for coffee. We’re sitting outside, dog under the table, when a gust of wind blew the last half of my friend’s muffin clean off the table. My dog’s head shot out from under the table so fast — caught the fucker in midair. Never hit the ground. Gone in a single chomp. It all happened so fast it was almost unbelievable. Those fuckers spend nearly every waking second just plotting and waiting for opportunity to present itself, and they can spring into action at literally any moment. Gotta love em!
This should be a tagline about hexbears