We fucking won....it was touch and go and my heart was doing pitty pats all over the place..but we fucking won.
I, as you all know, hate the fucking Eagles..I never use the word hate...I always say 'dislike intensely'....but nope..I hate them fuckers..and their fans...Except for Anne...I could never hate her or even dislike her. But since they took Vic she has shed her Eagle feathers and roots for them no more...sigh*....life is fucking good. To top it off..my Granddaughter Jamie is visiting me for a few days and has her dog Chewy with her. I think she thought Chewy might hurt Dexter...Nope...Dexter has been all over his ass like a trained assassin. He jumps out at him slapping his head with his paws. Attacks his tail...chases him all over the apartment. Has no fear...he was all skitty at first but then he took a few test runs at him and realized, he has the dog buffaloed...So we've spent the entire evening telling Dexter to leave Chewy alone. Yeah, like that will work. I had to lock him out of the bedroom last night so I could get some sleep...Maniac.
I squirt him with the water bottle, but now if I pick it up he runs. He knows what will happen and bam, he's gone.. Jamie is having a rough time of it so I went to the store and bought double stuffed oreos and a jug of milk...Grandma knows what she needs.. Oops..gotta run, Dexter has Chewy treed on the couch.