Yesterday I called my parents by accident while putting a leash on an overly-excited dog. I kept saying "no" to calm her until I got the harness around her. She loves her walks. Unfortunately, though, my parents caught the "no's" in an inadvertent phone message. A few minutes later they called me to make sure I was okay.
When my stepdad said he thought I'd "butt called" him, I agreed and thought the embarrassment might be over. But when I answered him, my tongue slipped and added an "f" after "butt"! I stopped myself, but the "f" was out. My mind must have been on "butt f..." Illinois, a term some people use to describe my small town.
It was odd to say the least. I don't know what embarrassed me more: their hearing me yell at my poorly trained but very nice dog or my near slip into very bad word land. Aw, the joys of dog ownership continue!
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