I strangled a cat last night. At least I dreamt I did. Not a particularly traumatic dream...until I woke up to find my fingers wrapped tightly around something warm and soft.

It was at this point that I recalled my dog jumping onto my bed earlier that night to wrestle my blankets from me. The same dachshund with a warm and soft neck – rather like what I was gripping so strongly.

I became slightly agitated when I realised abovementioned Warm & Soft Thing wasn’t moving. I contemplated having to administer Mouth to Mouth to something whose breath could rival the foulest of dragons. Then I thought it best to open my eyes and check exactly how far gone she was first.

Warm & Soft Thing turned out to be my upper arm – numb from reduced blood flow.

Whew. No mouth to mouth after all.

Categories: Facepalm Moments [t]

aw
cute dachsund. so you'd be more worried about bad dog breath than dead dog?
» Chloefoxx on 2004-02-12 01:17:30

hmmm
you're right. i had my priorities wrong. dead dog would probably have smelt worse than bad dog breath.
» theZEBRA on 2004-02-12 08:13:41

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