(I’m going to make up a story about my dog Princess that I don’t really have. This will serve as proof I have reached the deepest, darkest bowels of Nothing.
Hmmmm..it doesn’t sound so bad when I phrase it like that..)
My dog Princess is a giant poodle that I named Princess. I named him Princess, because I think every poodle should be named Princess, even if the poodle is a giant. If you make fun of Princess, he will eat you. One leg at a time. Starting with yours.
Princess has short, curly white hair and steel teeth. I think he likes sardines, because he always has one in his mouth. I don’t know where he finds the sardines, and I don’t ask. He wouldn’t answer. He would just eat me.
Princess is not known for his patience with small talk.
(Author’s note: In the interest of not having much, this will conclude today’s post. I’ve got to save something for later. Love me!)
See Princess 2!
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Monday, June 08, 2009
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