At long last, you recognize this simple truth. It *is* all about me.
Apparently Woo is not the only one who thinks it’s all about him.
Jacob Hoggard, of the band Hedley, thinks it’s all about Woo, too. All the way from the Junos!
Did someone call the WooTWoo? Well, too bad … they’re hunting squirrels, so they’re ignoring you. Much as they ignore me.
Unless you have a cookie.
We went to the river today for some swimming, and brought along the very coveted special Wootie toy. Alas, we never got to play with it. Because Tucker commandeered it.
And then Nyxie stole it. And Piper was mad.
Dexter tried to distract her, but she was still mad (teeth™).
Well *that* didn’t work. And now I’m scared!
Tweed was just plain happy, because he got to go swimming!
And that rubbed off on Dexter, who was happy once again.
I’m gonna beat the happy right offa them both!
And now I’m happy, because all the dogs are dead tired.
And also because my wee girlie is back to her old self … well, except for the racism.
So … my property neighbours got evicted and have to be out in a couple of days. All I can say is … they better take their damn llamas with them!! But for all the livestock hoarding, night time turkeys and locked up llama troubles I’ve had with then, I am more than dreading the next batch of people. I haven’t even lived here two years and I’ve had two sets of neighbours, neither of which have lasted. Who will be next, I wonder?
ETA – PS! Since so many of you suggested it, I’ve added the “tip jar” back to the sidebar. It humorously suggests you help me afford to pinch off poor Dexter’s nuts. Please don’t tell him about that – he holds a *wicked* grudge!