Saturday, April 10, 2010

Just When I Thought I'd Run Out...

Really, I said I didn't have any more GunDiva Fails.

I was wrong.

I went into the gun shop to work a couple of weeks ago and headed into the office to shovel off a space for the computer.  I walked into the office and saw this...

Being the smart ass I am, I hollered out to the boss, "Is this a present for me?"

I picked up the box, the idiot that I am, thinking it's something yummy that maybe I should eat.  It was heavy and still all wrapped up, so I turned it upside down to see what the label said.  'Cause, really a box that size, that heavy had to be full of fudge or something most excellent to eat.

Nope.  It was the boss' dog.  Who had been put to sleep earlier in the week and I didn't know about it.  Luckily, the boss didn't hear me when I asked about the present.

I gingerly put the box back down on the desk, patted it, and said, "Sorry, Kirb."

RIP Kirby dog.

7 comments:

Mad Woman said...

nice to see your foot still fits in your mouth nicely.

Mrs Mom said...

Whups... RIP Kirby...

Kinda helps appetite suppression for LIB huh?

Dual Mom said...

Oh my god, so glad you didn't open the box!!!

Michelle Hoad said...

Gross! I love my dogs, but I don't think I'd ever be willing to put them in a box and plop them on my desk.

K. Erickson said...

Who takes their dead dog to the office????? Seriously? That's just sick. When I had to have my beloved Sneaker (adorable boy cat) put down late one night, I drove down to mom's place at about midnight to bury him without delay.

Linda Medrano said...

OMG! How awful for you! (Why I'm snickering I dont' know.)

T!nK said...

its a good thing you read the label before you dug in!