Musings from the mind of Bob the chihuahua
Bob has been pestering me lately to get back to letting the world know what is on his mind. Due to money difficulties, I had to give up his website, so he no longer has a blog to vent in. I will type as he dictates so bear with me, he does have a very deep accent. Southern accent that is.
"Hey world!! Long time no speak, so to say. Life here is good, no matter what Pop says. I gots lots to eat, tons of toys and a warm bed. Don't understand why Pop is always bitching. There is also a cat here. Heh. Prime chase material if there ever was one. Pop is still pecking away on that school thing. It pisses me off sometimes. I get up in MY lap and get put back down into the floor. Back up, back down. Pop says hy will play with me later when this is done. So, I wait. It seems like a long time to me and bring hym a ball to throw. Grrrrrrr. I still wait. And wait. So up into MY lap again. And down. *sigh* I'm goin' to bed. Stupid school.
Pop says I have to go see the vet person soon. Which means I get poked with sharp stuff. Crap. I like the vet person alot, but why poke me? I didn't do nuthin'. But Pop says I am a good boy for not biting the vet person and Pop always gets me a treat after, so maybe it isn't so bad. Cause trust me, you mess with me and I WILL bite you. I'm a bad guy sometimes, yanno?
So look, I gotta go. Pop is having to go do stuff soon and I gotta go outside. Pop washed my sweater yesterday, so it smells awful. I gotta find something in the yard to make it smell as good as it did yesterday. I found something really great out there. I think it used to be an animal of some kind. Still don't understand why Pop got pissed about that. So, until I can get Pop to type for me again, you guys keep the greasy side down. That is biker speak as Pop says."
Later ya'll,
Bob
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