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Monday, October 23

MY DOG HAS FLAWS

It's shocking to think that Ronald the Adventure Hound could have any traits that would make me, his beloved owner, cringe. But he does... It's so disgusting that I hate to even type it, but I will for your sake: He eats cat poop. He revels in a nice steaming turd. He'll chase the cats at Ami and Andy's around all day and then, when they go into their little plastic boxes to answer nature's call, he'll crane his tiny neck in there and retrieve despite the fact that I can't ever get him to retreive a thrown ball. Oh, he's gross all right. Vile and disgusting. Grosser still is the fact that he gets very excited when he is able to snag-a-doodie. Ronald's excitement = wiggling cuteness = "maybe I'll pick him up" = maybe he'll try to lick my face. !! I'm thankful for the warning that the odor of kitty litter provides. It's just strong enough to provide enough time to leap screaming away from the flashing tongue and vile particles of filth. We give him a dental chew or seventy and water and dog food to try to clean his teeth. Ronald lovers beware! His slobbery maw is polluted and must be avoided at all costs.

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