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Bug avec un boomerang !!!
Ecrit par Luciana le 02/12/2012 ΰ 12h52
âJan, Jan, Jan, Jan.ââWhat?â I groaned with my eyes ceslod trying to savor my last few moments of sleep. I pressed the side of my face deeper into my pillow. Silence. âWhat?â I asked again. I opened my eyes. My Parsons Russel Terrier was standing on his hind legs with both his front paws on the side bed rail so that his face was level with mine.âYou wonât believe what our little Kingston did last night.â Our little Kingston referred to my 16 year old son who got a girlfriend and lost interest in the dog he creatively named Spot, months ago.âOh please Spot, not right now, itâs 7am.ââ7:02 and itâs Spotilius.ââWhat?ââSpotilius. Iâve changed my name, Spot was too . . .common.â He shook his head as if to shudder. I rolled my eyes. Not only did I find out that the dog I got to keep my kids out of my hair could talk and only talk to me, but heâs also a high maintenance sleuth with a false sense of importance. âNow where was I?â He continued, âOh yes! After scouring through one hundred âl-o-lsâ, fifty ât-t-y-lsâ and thirty âw-t-fsâ, he really should watch his language you know, I finally hit the jackpot! âSpot, what are you talking about?ââItâs Spotilius and as I was saying, I found the smoking gun!,â He lowered his voice to a whisper, âThe text read, âSo much fun last night, I canât believe we drank all that beer. I was so wasted.ââ He then threw his head back in Southern Bell fashion, âOur little Kingston is drinking! Underage!âI sat up on my forearms and tried to make sense of it all. âLols and ttyls? Wait a minute, you can read too?â I asked in irritated disbelief. It was bad enough I learned that he was a better decorator than me after I rearranged the living room on his advice, but now it seemed he was a more involved parent than me as well. Spot leaned back now seeming to stand a little taller. âOf course!â He snorted and then cocked his head to the side. âDid you think I was just a talking dog?â