Unbelievable; on my own doorstep, 8:30 in the evening, a cold and dreary night---there stands a leftist, Blackberry in hand, naming me by name, wanting to ask me three questions. I’m standing there in my cub scout shirt, having just gotten back from a meeting with some of our new families, and I’m ready to answer, because I want to hear what she’s going to ask, and I’m anticipating giving her answers she doesn’t want to hear.
Suddenly, out of the blue, terrifying growling and barking from what sounds like a rottweiler rings out from our living room. Wait a sec, we don’t have a dog. It was Mocha-momma. I was stuck in the middle between a roaring conservative and a hapless leftist. The trigger for the barking episode came when this leftist said “union,” not a word to bring up in Mocha-momma’s presence. She understands the historical need of unions in the past; but her experience with them in the present has not exactly endeared her to their mission.
Anyway, the leftist hands me a pamphlet, which had a picture of Patty Wetterling, and which was immediately ripped up and thrown in the garbage. I went over and scratched Mocha-momma’s belly and patted her head to get her to calm down. I told her I had actually wanted to talk to the little leftist that was standing on our doorstep. I’m sure the opportunity will rear it’s ugly head again before the election.
I guess Mocha-momma had read the quotes from Patton, and decided that a violent and sudden attack now was called for in this situation.
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An attack wife? It's good to see that you were able to get her under control? What's her favorite kind of milk biscuit? And more importantly, when she reads this will she growl at me?
When she does something good we just give her a biscotti and she gnaws on that for a while. Not only do we sic her on all porch solicitors, but when I get phone solicitors I just hand them over to her as well. I'm a sucker and have to listen to someone; they're gone 5 seconds after MM gets on the phone.
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