Greetings our somewhat civilized and rather polite blogger friends. I am still so perturbed about our unexpected visitor yesterday, Stella and Gunther said I could share my complete disgust about him with all of you. His name is Tucker and he was 65 lbs of English fat, drool and rudeness. See for yourself...
"Try not to break our chair you dolt".
"May I suggest a breath mint? Not that I suspect it would do any good"
It didn't take long before I just couldn't take it anymore and insisted that my mom hold me. But the totally dense didn't get a clue...
"Oh, go away you obnoxious English clown!"
"Do you see the look on my face? This is the look of a woman on the edge..."
Tucker, the English dolt, finally left me alone. And good thing Stella and Gunther have much better skills for dealing with his shenanigans.
"Yeah, if you know what's good for you Tucker, you'll leave Stella alone. Brutus, (Stella's significant other) is a much more dignified and handsome Bully than you. Not to mention he's French!"
"You tell them who's boss, Stella!"
"That's right Tucker, don't let the gate hit you in the derriere on the way out."
In the future, I would really appreciate it if mom would consult me before she invites certain guests over. I can't help it if I'm particular about my company.
This entire experience has left me drained and too tired to discuss it any further. Stella, hold me...
Thank you for listening,
Betty the Frenchie. Not to be confused with the beastly English.