It went like this.
While I was out walking, I always go by this byu turds house and what do I see but that little chihuahua out front guarding his porch. Well as I approach, the little s**t see’s me and jumps of the porch and starts to run and bark at me. When he gets to the fence he is following me down the sidewalk barking and jumping and it sounds kinda like, we’ll beat you this year, we’ll beat you this year. I just go on my way and ignore the little s**t.
Its Friday morning and out for my walk again and as I approach turds down south house again, there is the little s**t again on the porch as usual. But as I pass by I notice that his little zoob sweater has been torn of his back and he is lying on the edge of it, and in the center, there is a pile of crap on it. Well he see’s me and I hear a little whine and he covers his face with one paw, and pretends like a little child that if he can’t see me, I can’t see him. I just go on my way, as I get to the end of the yard, he jumps up and runs at me barking like mad, and it sounds kinda like, next year, next year. I guess things never change, they are so poopoo.
Utah @ 
Baylor .
