I forgot to mention this. The other day, our front door bell rang just as I was finishing up in the kitchen (or starting, I can’t remember). I had on my sweatpants, t-shirt and my socks. I think there were two or three salesmen of some sort at our door, but I never got to find out because Cooper ran out of the house to greet them, then promptly took off down the block.
I chased after him in my stockinged feet. He stopped half way down the block to greet another couple with a dog and took off again before I could coral him. Off to the end of the block he went. He stopped to pee in the spot he usually does when I take him for a walk. That’s when I nabbed him. Bad dog.
I got back to our front door with Cooper and one young salesguy was still standing at our door. He was smiling and I when I got within 20 feet of him I yelled something like “Whatever you’re selling just get away.” Then I finished it off with “Thanks for nothing.” as I slammed the door behind me.
Needless to say, they didn’t make their sale, and I’ll never know what they were pushing.
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