If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times, “Some days you’re the dog and some days you’re the hydrant.”
Today happens to be one where I feel like a steel fixture painted red.
This morning my kibble was served dry, my water was warm and the grass I peed on was already wet. That, my friends, is a crap sandwich for a basset like me. And not the good kind of crap sandwich (kitty snickers on pumpernickel) I enjoy.
I guess it beats the night my mother had, though. She had to clean up my sister Lulu's throw up twice last night. Yeah, twice. The old man? He just slept through it…at a golf resort in Marble Falls.
FLASH
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment