Well, the Xmas party is a blast. Upon first reaching my snobbish cousin’s souped up double-wide, my 9 year old puppy began to sniff around uneasily. Finally, after catching the scent of the two caged animals, he lifted his leg.
Although no urine was shed, I was immediately reprimanded to such a degree that I decided to just eat my dinner on the porch. Whatever.
Tonight is the last night, ya’ll. Last night to kick it in the most comfortable and safest place on earth. Sweet dreams are sure to follow.
(I sure hope they are filled with lots of oral and countless o’s. And the kisses that make me dizzy.)