It's no secret that I have a filthy, filthy mouth. I've never been shy about swearing on the blog, and it's even more prevalent in real life. However, it sunk to a new low at our last beach trip.
Let me set the scene for you. Nola and I, walking along on a seemingly deserted beach, just turning the corner at the only large grouping of sea grasses. The grasses obstruct your view for a bit. Nola was off leash, and while she's always paying attention to me, she does like to run ahead a little bit and pester any crabs she can find scuttling along.
She'd found one, and was happily pouncing on it. It was quite windy, so I raised my voice enough to call out over the crashing waves to call out: "Nola! Stop being an asshole to the crab!"
Much to my chagrin, an older couple came wandering out from behind the grasses as soon as the words left my mouth. They looked at me, aghast, and I could do nothing but shrug through my embarrassment.
It got me to thinking about the nicknames I call the pups. Of course, there's the innocuous ones like Bug for Nola, or Pike Puppy for Pike. Then there's the...ah, others. Such as:
Douche Butt (that's alllll Pike)
There's more, I assure you.
|The Bitch Cookie in question.|
What names do you call your dogs?
- Dachshund Mommy