Friday, November 2, 2012

Running with Scissors

My person has been playing with scissors a lot recently and it's really freaking me out. She doesn't seem to understand how predatory they are. Every time she picks up the scissors, I have to bite her ear and squawk at her to warn her that danger is near, but she doesn't get it. She just gets mad at me. Sheesh! I'm only trying to protect her. Then she just leaves the scissors lying there on the table, so I have to fly over and attack them. It sure takes a lot of work to protect my person from predators. I wish she would just put those mean scissors away for good.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love scissors! My person gets out her scissors to open the hot dog bag! She gets out her scissors to open the salmon treats bag! She gets out her scissors to open the bag of carrots! Scissors mean great things are coming!

Love,
Dijon the Bichon