General Gripe
I sit at home all day...well, sleep in real oblivion...and can you believe the nerve of my human to come home, not only late...but smelling of other canines?? I swear, she walked in that door last night and she reeked...of greasy-haired, mangy mutts! Why doesn't she have the decency to at least change clothes or take a shower so that I don't suspect that she is canine-cheating on me?
I am the most loveable of a love bug dog that ever did exist...and yet she has to go and get her pets, licks and snuggles in elsewhere? I swear!! Tomorrow, I am posting an add for a new human. I wonder if they have a website for that...oh my, that would be another great addition to my multi-million dollar empire...not only will I have my record label and my musical career...but I'll make tons 'o treats as my own dot-com enterprise!
1 Comments:
Dear Frankie,
So I gather that you didn't recognize the smell? I'm sorry that your human is running around on you though. ):~~~ But tell us what would be worse? Your human playing with strange dogs, or with dogs you know. I would think the later would be like a double betrayal. Then again, isn't your species known for its "Any Port in a Storm" attitude?
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