Monday, February 2, 2015
Dreaming of Sticks
I don't know if you noticed but Winter is here.
This year there is snow and ice, and my people continue to groom my hair! It's outrageous!
Cutting my coat off when it's 20 degrees outside. Mommy made me several t-shirts out of fleece to replace my home-grown fleece that she says begins to smell after a month.
Sheesh you pee on your leg a few times...
There's a glacier in the making.
Even a poodle's sure foot will slip here.
While walking along the tundra, I spy the cutest tiniest little stick.
A TASTY looking stick.
Being on the Stick-Relocation-Team, I picked it up to transport to the correct location.
Then I noticed just how, umm, yum... tasty it was.
My people started yelling at me for eating it. I mean, who could resist it???
They didn't want to eat it, so why shouldn't I??
Anyway... They made such a stink about it. Mommy pulled it out of my mouth, how undignified.
She threw it away and yelled about splinters and vets and "what's wrong with you Cole?!" and what a scene.
People are annoying.
I ate some kibble and decided to sleep it off. Tomorrow's another day.
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