I called into a supermarket on the way home and as I stood at the check out a man asked how was my demented dog, and said he was the pumber. I wanted to hide and thought oh my..Are you the one Erns locked under the house or the one he gave a wedgie. His wife with him said she stll laughs and they had shared the story many times.
The plumber insisted I leave Erns outside while he worked. I tried to warn him, but no. He said he had many dogs and knew how to handle them. He said "Oh you women are too soft thats your trouble". So giggling to myself I went inside to wait for his call of help. It didn't take long. I heard the plumber yelling, and thumping under the house. He did say he knew how to handle dogs so I left him a few moments.
The overweight plumber was on his hands and knees squeezing through the little door under the house. As he bent over his jeans dropped to reveal his under wear. Now Ernie with the under wear obsession couldn't resist. I looked out the window to see the plumber half way under the house trying to support himself on one hand, the other hand trying to get Ernie who was prancing around pulling at his treasure.
By the time I got to help the poor man Ernie had torn a hole in them. Drop Ernie. Drop.... No. Ernie wasn't letting this treasure go. I was trying to grab Erns by the scruff of the neck and pry his mouth open without touching the plumber.. By then plumber was lying flat on the ground trying to kick Ernie. He missed Ernie, knocked me off my feet and as I heard the final rip of underwear I fell on top of the plumber.
The plumber called Ernie a deranged lunatic and left. I wonder for days if I should call or if he would come back. Very unlikely he would so imagine my surprise and a little embarrassed when he did.
He demanded I lock that demented dog inside this time. I told the plumber to wait there while I found my demented dog. I am not sure which part of wait he didn't understand, but once again he didn't listen. I came around the side of the house to see the plumber getting under the house and Ernie positioning himself to pee on him.
Nooooooooo Ernieeeeee... Noooooooo. Too late. He peed on the plumber. I can't repeat what the plumber said, but he never came back.
Last edited by kassabella; 05-17-2012 at 06:12 AM.
Oh, Chris! I so needed this - I am laughing so hard I'm crying! God Bless Ernie!
Oh Ernie!! You got it right!! If you can't eat it or play with it, pee on it and walk away!
That is hysterical!!!
Thanks for the laugh to start my morning!
LOL!!! Very funny!
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I agree.The Ernie story would be Marley times 10.I love Ernie stories! I really wish you would write a book about life with your demented dog.
Thanks for the laughs.
Thank you so much for sharing that ... now that is a story to remember and I can just picture it !!!! Go Ernie
LOL! What a great story. Well, not for the plumber, but....
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