But it’s a rough world out there. Spiny Norman joined the Red Dawg gang, for protection like. Spiny Norman had a gambling problem.
Spiny Norman owed some kibbles and wasn’t paying up. He was hiding from the long paw of the dawg
But Spiny Norman’s smug countenance and squeaky voice soon got on Red Dawg’s nerves. He ousted him from the gang.
After beating him up a little.
Sadistic Piper was waiting for this opportunity.
She taught Spiny Norman a harsh lesson in economics.
Spiny Norman is not so smiley now, is he? And he doesn’t squeak anymore.
The moral of the story? When you have four border collies, buy cheap squeakies because they just shred them in no time at all.
I am home sick with a wicked flu. A little while ago I shuffled to the bathroom (AKA Catland) to blow my nose. The bathroom is off limits to dogs, and they are insatiably curious about what goes on in there.
“Oh hai, whatcha doin’ in there?”
“Ha ha, I bet she’s going potty. Ha ha ha.”
“Okay, I really want to know what you’re doing in there. What are those honking noises? Can I please come in? I promise not to eat the cat food.”
When I shuffled back out, I found these sitting on the hallway credenza. I had forgotten all about them.
^^child sized sunglasses
Mwa ha ha ha. More stuff on my dogs.
Mr. Woo really hates it when I play this game.
Tweed is usually pretty good about it.
But even he has his limits.
He really doesn’t understand why I would put cowboy boots on a dog.
“Why, Food Lady? Why?”
Round Eye is being a bit of a diva these days.
Another rare Toilet Kitty sighting.
BTW, Toilet Kitty does NOT play the stuff-on-your-pet game.
He was completely unamused.
I, however, was still amused, and moved onto hats.
He looks rakish and sexy doesn’t he?
Woo was still not impressed.
And made his opinion quite clear the second time I shuffled off to blow my nose.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by.
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