Scared Shitless
… or rather Scare the Shit out of…
We bought a small remote control car, nothing fancy, one of those 17.95 buck ones. It is a red mustang or something, that runs on 4 AA batteries and a D one for the control. We got home and started putting all the components together and reading the manuals. Chico was on the sofa sleeping while Tushi was on her mat chewing on a stuffed toy.
Well, we put the car down and husband turned on the remote. The classic remote winded wheel noise filled the living room and Chico raised his head attentively. Tushi in turn started barking, not knowing what the heck the noise was. Soon they realized what was making the noise and Chico’s head followed the movements of the car while Tushi continued to bark crazily with a few whimpers in between from nervousness.
Well, Tushi decided to follow the car barking and whimpering until we turned it around. Then she just began to cry out running away into the hall. Hehehe. We ketp playing with the car in th eliving room and she kept going crazy at the hall. Finally we set the car straight towards her. Tushi was moving foot-to-foot, braking and growling until it got too close for her, about 4 feet or so. She yelped and jumped over the car and ran away.
She left a present behind.
It sounds means but really you had to be there. It was also funny as heck. I finally see where that expression come from. One can actually scare the shit out of others. Damn.
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