Oh yeah of course. Wootie. Don’t deny it Wootie. You don’t have a leg to stand on. har har.
That’s right folks. The GODDAMN NEVERENDING MR. PICKLES PEEPS are still lurking around my house. STILL. Mr. Pickles told me that if you keep them in a dark cupboard, they multiply. I now believe this is true.
But the dogs are eager to do damage control.
OM NOM NOM NOM!
All that’s left for poor Donut is the feetsies.
Your Food Lady must have done something terrible in a past life, because she is, once again, unemployed. Le sigh. I haz bad luck with non profits.
On the upside, I haz loads of free time to wander around aimlessly from dog beach to dog beach. And I have decided to take Mr. Pickles and The Sofa with me everywhere I go. Today it was Spanish Banks.
Look at it go! It’s like a superhero, and it expands in mass and volume when required to perform! I swear the sky darkened for a few moments there.
The Sofa lost interest in the Kong Wars, and moved onto some Bitey Face Smackdown with a Golden Retriever.
And then, because he has the attention span of a toddler on acid, he just, you know, wandered away. When the plaintive calls of Master Pickles failed to make him return, Pickles took action.
And now Mr. Pickles has a new nickname.
Or, maybe not.