I'll never forget the day I first saw him. We were driving home from Golden and Kathy said "Why don't you go this way?" We headed down a street I had never been on and found ourselves driving by a little strip mall. Then Kathy says "Turn in here a minute." Now my spidey senses are on alert, and sure enough, we wind up parking in front of a pet store. Kathy had been out in Golden a couple of days before and had found Hootie sitting in a cage looking so lonely. When we walked in, there was a sad little puppy up high in his own cage, with a sign that had 2 different prices crossed out and the third was pretty low. He had been taken and then returned to the pet store. I knew right then that we were heading home with another dog, I had been suckered! I still wasn't quite over the loss of our Golden Retriever, but I never do seem to get over the loss of a pet. Kathy knows that I need a replacement though, and seeing as we always have dogs in pairs, our
So does this mean that I have the go ahead to throw my own poo at evildoers?
ReplyDeleteAs far as I am concerned Kirby, you have the OK, AND, the encouragement to throw poo!
ReplyDeleteawesome!
ReplyDeletethat should
win some kind
of award... even thought
it wouldn't mean anything
Neat stuff, S.D.!
ReplyDeleteOh, and did someone mention poo?
Kirby - as a monkey, I feel the need to correct you - it's fling your own poo.
ReplyDeleteJen: Puts us in our place, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteChris: Say it loud, say it proud!
POOOOOOOOO
GKL: But is it a gaggle of monkeys, or a barrel?
So we're monkey's with a collective identity crisis...that's cool.
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