Friday, July 25, 2008

deer diree,

i like naps.
wen mommeh laffs, i
put my snout in hir mouf.
she gives me kewt fudz,
but i m not kewt.
i m feerce.

-teh puppeh


Anonymous said...

teh puppeh is teh bomb diggity.

Anonymous said...

thats bitchin. a

Tam said...

My ex briefly adopted a Jack Russell pup.

His elderly tomcat, Lucifer, was less than amused.

Sophie made protecting my ex from The Demon Under The Chair her mission in life. After a month of picking claw sheaths out of her nose, she finally had to go back to the adoption agency for her own good.

Twelve pounds of dog, and not an ounce of "quit" in her.

FatQuarterQuiltFarm said...

I ran into a quilting friend at our county fair last night and she brought her JRT pup with her. She was in one of the pioneer cabins deomnstrating hand quilting.
Pup was just 10 lbs of cuteness in a 2 lb (if that!) bag. When pup wasn't helping out she was napping. All the goats, chickens, horses and cows from the Laporte, County Fair send salutations to
you BTW!

Christina RN LMT said...

I cry from the kewtness (and the feerceness, too!)

g bro said...

And they called it ... puppy love!

phlegmfatale said...

kvegas - I know that's right!

a - heh. you said "bitch."

tam - Awwww, poor Sophie - she was trying to fulfill the terms of the agreement. So misunderstood. I hope she lived out her days in cat-free zone where she could fulfill her destiny as lapdog/spawn of lucifer. Good doggie!

schnoobie- that fair sounds fab, and so does your friend's little Jackie. Those dogs are teh ossum!

christina - here's a hankie, babe, there's more where this came from.

g bro - it's official!