There are times that I wish I were a dog. Really! I got to thinkin' about it and it's not a bad life! Sittin' around with nothing to worry about except whether or not your master is going to feed you, and when you have to go in your cage because your master is leaving for a little while. You can just camp out at home and not have to worry about being anywhere, working, or deadlines. All you have to worry about is scratching for fleas, making sure you don't gag on your hair you licked off of your side, hoping your master lets you out of the cage in enough time to make it outside to go potty, eating grass when your stomach is upset, trying to communicate your problems with your master without speaking their language.... hmmmm.... maybe I am better off human. Oh well, have a good day!
aprroved by a scratching Farley Wells, CMDI.
1 comment:
Babe, I really need to come home.
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