I just got word from my incorrigible sister, Gabs, that she got thrown out of her brother's pad. Seems she got rambunctious and clobbered him. He's limping around with a sprained leg now and she has been thrown to the curb. His Spokespeople called the authorities and turned her in! It's back to house arrest at her Spokespeople's home up in Kansas City. The little weasle tried to smooth talk me into letting her hide out here. But, I'm not about to open up THAT Pandora's box. The last thing I need is to get arrested for aiding and abetting a fugitive! I'm not a push-over like that brother of ours!
I knew when she made a break for it and came to the Ozarks to lay low, her escape would be short-lived. I know my sister. She has too much of our dad in her to keep her nose clean and stay out of trouble. Yup. She called here this morning sobbing and crying--a real water-works show (would have made the littlest Ninja proud!). She wanted to come to MY house...but, sometimes you just gotta show tough love...I mean it is bad enough having to share this backyard with that crazed little Border Collie and that over-sized, wimpy, delusional Newfoundland...having my bipolar sister here on top of everything else would have just been too much to ask of any reasonable dog. She made her bed, she's just gonna have to lie in it. I'm just amazed that she managed to make it several whole weeks before getting thrown out. Poor pathetic Gabs. Maybe the upcoming move to Alaska will help balance her out... That or a lobotomy...hmmm...wonder if they do those at that snip and clip joint she was at not long ago... (Oh, don't gasp in horror! If YOU knew my sister, you would be chiming in right along with me!)