I've high-jacked the computer again to tell you a few things. First, it's very hot here in this place, hotter than those 2 round dangly things that used to hang from my butt. (Glad those are gone). Every day when we go walkie I hope the little black things in the ground jump up and shoot me in the face with water. Sometimes I'm lucky. Other times I want to hang myself with my ID stitched collar with matching leash. But no matter how much I lay on my back with my doggie part up in the air I still can't get cool. Don't know why we moved to this desert.
Second, I'm doing that bird text thing now. I got nothing else to do so if you're on the interwebs you can find me at @SwooshTheDog. OK, Mama just got home so I better go. We'll probably go walkie so I can talk to the Cat Cat who hit me last night. He's lucky Mama pulled me away.
2 comments:
Hang in there bud, and here real soon we'll go running through the sprinklers again. Oh, you still got those cigars I gave you? Talk soon.
The Big Guy
You'll make it through Swoosh I know it...If not Aunt Stephanie will come and get you and bring you back to Nashville
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