I Guess I’m Good For A Laugh

Yesterday, as I washed my face in the bathroom sink, I noticed the door swing in just a tad. I glanced down and saw one of Dudo’s mouse toys peaking out from behind the door.

I knew Dudo was nearby waiting for me to play, so I bent down to pick up the mouse. Just as I did so, Dudo decided to come barreling into the bathroom. He jumped up on his hind legs and used his front paws and all his power to push the door open. Forcefully. It slammed me right in the head.

I’VE BEEN HIT BY TOUGHER GUYS THAN DUDO (1962)

I don’t have a shiner, but I do have a bump and a little split in my forehead. And I’m pretty sure I caught Dudo laughing. I’ll let you be the judge.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

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