HOUR: 5 and 12 of the longest doggie minutes of my existence
I hate to be a woof-ssy (primarily because the cats have that on lock) but...I have to say I'm more like Paris than I thought. I mean, at first, I really resented the fru-fru get ups. I hated that crystal and brass collar like Aryans hating working, but then I got seduced by it. My doggie therapist calls it 'canine luxury entrapment'. See, if I don't HAVE the goods, and think I'm just fine being naked, then my master smacks me down and makes me feel bad about NOT wearing clothes. "heathen, savage...bad Tink, that's a bad Tinkerbell"...I mean, REALLY...Paris never beat me. She knows I'd take her out in her sleep. But MY BREED...mi perros y perritas...it's MY duty to save them. I'm like a mixture of Spiderman and Jesus, really. I want to save the other dogs, but I also want to be naked...on a cool symbol...for a couple of thousand years.
Woof, wooof! with great power, comes great dogsponsibility!
p.s. it's pissing me off that jails are so dogmatic (don't mind the pun). It's just a system of control for the species...wake up!!! ABRE TUS OJOS, ESSE!
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