Confessions of a CPA'er
I write to you from the muddled depths of puppy prison. No, I'm not stuck back in the ever-so-savvy kennel but locked behind wooden slats in the depths of my very own humble abode! My human caught onto one of my secret addictions and has decided to do an uninvited intervention. I admit it...I bark it loud and strong...I am one of the millions who belong to Carpet Peeers Anonymous.
I really only am a full fledged member through the cruel winter months. I find no enjoyment in freezing my tootsies off in this February (that shall not be mistaken for March) weather. The wind whipping under my belly and around the recesses of my tail does not bring a delightful shiver to my satin coat. In fact, my coat is just plain thin and cold out there in the subarctic temperatures and the lack of hair on my belly just leaves me as the next best candidate for an ice puppsicle. Can you blame me for relocating to inside where it nice and warm...and quite cushy to the tushy as well?
posted by frankiedog @ 4:38 PM
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Dearest Frankie,
Can't talk long. As you know, if my sister Snake and I don't keep moving we'll be given up for dead and end up in the trash! Anyhow, I wanted to tell you that I belong to a off-shoot chapter of BPA myself. Branch Poopers Anon that is.
If you need help on your journey through the 12 steps, I'd be happy to sponsor you. We're all only a little better than human afterall, and the support of someone who cares can make the difference.
Remember, the first step is admitting that you're powerless over your addiction. And for tail's sake, keep moving!
Yours,
Blondie
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