get him, asher!
so on my walk with asher yesterday we encountered a serious hottie-with-his-shirt-off, out for a run around the 'hood.
as he came towards us i veered us onto the grass to let the hot bod pass.
lucky for me my dog is seriously too precious to pass up so he slowed, gave me the "can i pet your dog?" look, bent down and started playing with him.
while he played he asked the normal "how old/what kind" sort of questions that everyone asks and i managed to put the fact that he was genuinely one of the most attractive dudes i've ever seen out of my mind, and answered with poise and grace.
(no i didn't, thats a complete lie. i stuttered, stammered, and i'm pretty sure drooled all over myself. some things in life change... me + attractive man = disaster, never will.)
asher, though... being apparently the brightest most intelligent dog to walk the earth... put two and two together, and..
when Hottie Runner Guy got up to go, asher had a better idea.
he JUMPED up, grabbed Hottie Runner Guy's shorts...
AND PULLED!
before either of us knew what was going on, asher had managed to pull Hottie Runner Guy's shorts about a quarter of the way down his ass, and was doing his best to keep him put.
Hottie Runner Guy thankfully found this to be endearing, laughed.. struggled, but eventually got his shorts free from my dog's teeth, and as he set back out on his run, turned towards me and yelled "damn. you got that dog trained, huh!?"..
i. could. have. DIED.
i laughed so hard i practically peed myself, all the while praising asher.. "good boy! that's my good boy, OH your'e such a good dog. GOOD boy! you do that to all the boys, okay?! GOOD boy!" and eventually made my way home.
*sigh*
i don't know how he knew. he's definitely never done it before, but.. i tell you what.
if asher can some how differentiate between the hotties and the nots..
well hells bells, folks. i'm taking that dog with me EVERYwhere i go!
