So on Sunday it was "Bring Your Dog to Worship". As some of you know at my MOM's church every 3rd Sunday everyone is invited to bring us, the dogs, to church with them. Actually people can bring us anytime they want. But the 3rd Sunday is specifically designate. Some of my friends came.
Murphy and Stanley were there.
Bert and Annie came.
There were other doggies too. So where was I?
I did a little something like this. Yep I stayed home and took a nap.
When MOM got home I then patrolled my yard. See that Kitty Kat on the other side of the fence? I just wanted to say hello.
(MOM says ignore the trash on the other side of my fence. They are building a new subdivision in my wonderful field behind my house and there is always this trash. We go out every other day and pick it up. Guess what we are doing tomorrow?)
Then he started to spit and growl at me. I told the kitty that if he was going to spit at me he could not come in my yard.
Right after this photo was taken (yes he was spitting at me again). That cat jumped up on the top of the fence AND then lunged at me! I was totally taken off guard.
As a result I got a cut on both sides of my nose and one just below my eyes.
Moral of the story:
I should have gone to church.