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The Pastor and the Pug

Saturday, November 17, 2012

“I adore my pug, Mr. Peanut. But he’s got a knack for getting himself--and me--curly-tail deep into trouble. I’ll never forget the night I hosted the Lutheran Ladies Bible Study: our pastor had agreed to lead the group, so there was a huge turnout. I’d locked Peanuts in my bedroom to keep him out of the way, but halfway through the meeting my son opened the door, and that darn dog tore down the hall at full speed and hefted his 25 pug pounds right onto our pastor. With my face burning, I gasped. There was also something black and lacy around Peanut’s neck--he’d been napping in the clean laundry pile again! He shook his head and I watched in horror as what my husband calls my ‘naughty thong’ popped off and fell in our pastor’s lap. As I snatched Peanuts and the panties, the pastor said over a roar of laughter, ‘Looks like someone needs confession!’...I’m still not sure if he meant Mr. Peanuts or me.”

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