“That damn Food Lady. All she gives me ta eat is cahdboard.”
“And Piper ovah dere, she’s gotta eat puppies. Puppies! It’s criminal, Ah tell ya. Jest look at ‘er.”
“I’m so hungry. I ate Scooby Doo. I had no choice.”
“NOOOOO! Don’t take it! It’s mine! I’m eating it!”
“It’s mine now, Wooface! Give it to me, or I’ll eat you too!”
“I FINISHED ALL THE PUPPIES. I’M STARVING! I’LL MAD TEETH(tm) YOU RIGHT INTO THE NEXT CENTURY!”
“Whad Ah tell ya? It’s slim pickins. That Food Lady is such a who-“ TWEED! Watch your mouth young man!
“Yeah, yeah. Ahm watchin’ it … Ahm watchin’ it eat CAHDBOARD cuz yah stahvin’ me ta death.”
“Whoa, whoa, hold on a second heeya. Is that a turkey neck you got there? Hey hey hey, Ah wuz jest kiddin’ witcha. Howz about a truce? Let’s shake on it.”
“OMG! OMG! OMG! Can I have some? Please??”
“Oh god THANK YOU!” NOMNOM!
Food Lady, I believe the dogs are nutz.
Oh no wait. I’m Nutz. Never mind.
Hey! Who put this voodoo doll up??
“What? Whaddaya lookin’ at me foh?”
So recently I went out to SAINTS in Mission, BC. SAINTS is an end-of-life sanctuary for the aged and terminally animals that our (bleeping) society likes to dump when they need their people the most.
Ostensibly, I was asked to go out there to take photos. In reality, I think SAINTS founder Carol was trying to marry me off to a lonely steer, who indeed was very fond of me.
^^ lovesick cow. Most action I’ve had in ages.
There were lots of heartbreakingly adorable animals, big and small, who are safe thanks to SAINTS. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
Want to feel warm and fuzzy too? Pay a visit to SAINTS and volunteer for a day, or donate to their efforts! I’ll be going back, but this time I’m a) wearing a cowproof suit of armour and b) checking my car carefully for poodles before I go leave!