I find myself having less and less to say lately. Those who know me in person would be quite surprised at that. 🙂
It’s something I haven’t heard in years, but way back in the dark ages we used to joke, “If my dog looked like you I’d shave his ass and make him walk backward”. I was reminded of that tonight by Miss Starr, who has a habit of wanting to get back to playing the very instant that she’s done in the litter box… Which has me thinking that it might be wise to get her trimmed around her little hiney. The litter box is supposed to be like Las Vegas, in that what happens there is supposed to stay there.
My botanically enhanced funny bone thinks it quite hilarious that we send our Starr to Las Vegas to take a shit.
My favorite comeback to that “shave his ass and make him walk backward” line was: That’d be cool because then, instead of looking like me, he’d look like you.
See? Toldja. Nuthin’ to say. Be well, friends and neighbors!