So I'm in the kitchen when I hear my bedroom alarm go off. And I realize that's why it didn't go off this morning because I set it for pm instead of am.
OH Shit! Brut! He hates alarms and I'd already lost a phone because of him.
So I high tail it to the bedroom.
And it was so funny, because there he is, standing over the alarm clock when he hits the snooze button with a big grin on his face. It was hilarious!
So I turn off the alarm and start to leave the room, thinking the story is over and having a good chuckle while I relay the latest Brut fiasco to Mark.
Well, when I went back into the living room, here comes Brut rounding the corner at top speed with the alarm clock in his mouth and the chord trailing behind him. I was in shock for a few seconds because I'm thinking, what happen here? Did it go off again? I thought I turned the alarm off and left you for two minutes and you just ripped it out of the wall!
And the look he had on his face! It was like he'd finally caught his evil enemy and was going to tear him to pieces. I still can't figure out where he was going to go with that thing. He was running towards the door that separates the Back and Front Dogs. Just where the heck did he think he was going? LOL!
Can't blame him. That's for sure. There hasn't been one day that clock hasn't gone off that I haven't wanted to smash it myself. Maybe he was trying to do me a favor. After all we do tend to think alike. :)
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