My Dog the Mugger.
Let me start this blog by saying that I am a terrible writer, so i'm sure there will be lots of run on sentences and all kinds of grammatical atrocities.
A couple weeks ago, I woke up and came upstairs (my rooms in the basement). Everything seemed, normal, dog was playing with a toy, other dog was sleeping. Then i noticed that the dog's toy was very shiny. I went over to take it from him since i knew it was something he shouldnt have. It was a knife.
He was holding onto the handle and had the blade sticking out. He thought this was some great new toy and wanted to play with me. He kept running at me and trying ram it against my legs. I couldn't get it away from him because the only thing was sticking out was the blade. Eventually I discovered that I would need to get something that he liked more than the knife. The closest thing was a dog treat, so I gave that to him and he dropped the weapon. Hopefully he never finds a gun or im gonna be in big trouble.