Doggone It, Fido!
Your Pup Did Whaaat? Readers Share Tails From the Dark Side
READ THESE "TAILS" HERE
But What if the Scowler Reads This?
Like any other dog, Frisco enjoyed his daily walks. We always made sure to avoid the house with the Scowler constantly working in his yard. His scowls caused me to deny Frisco the pleasure of sniffing even a blade of his immaculate, award-winning lawn.
It was a cold December night, when Frisco and I geared up and headed out the door. As we passed the Scowler's house, I couldn't help but stop and stare in awe at his glorious Christmas lights. I looked down and saw Frisco lift his leg to a bush. Suddenly the lights went dim, went bright and then the whole display went dark. Frisco and I locked eyes. We both ran like hell and were never figured out.
-- Cristina Garcia Dowdle, Waldorf