Evil Little Dog lives out with her kennel and chain, of a day. She divides her time between sitting there, watching me through the window. And shouting, " Ouk! Ouk! Ouk! Ouk! ", in a futile effort to drive me mad.
For those not yet familiar, by the way, This is Evil Little Dog:
Happens that, several times a day, I need to go past her, as I go about my businesses here. And she, unfailingly, leaps up in the air at me.
Not sure what's going on in her head there. But, that's how the punching started.
Every time I have to go past her, I now hold my arm straight pout towards her. Fist clenched, and say; " Punch! "
It's fucking brilliant! Evil Little Dog always obliges by jumping up and lightly grazing some part of her head on my knuckles.
The thing is to watch it, better to gauge what sort of punch it was. We've had Left Hooks. Right Hooks. Evil Little Dog's even given her self Upper Cuts and, once, enjoyed a straight jab to the eye.
Just now though, I thought we might have had a knock out! I was going down to let Donkey out. Held my fist out, as ever. " Punch! "
And Evil Little Dog dutifully leapt up. Perfect face plant! Got it right between the eyes!
I was staggering about the stable, doubled up and crying with fucking laughter! Donkey thought I'd lost it completely!
Fucking value for money, Evil Little Dog! First the Drag ~ shown Here. Now, the Punch! Brilliant!
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