Hi, guys. Yeah, it’s me. Haven’t been on the keyboard since December, hope you’re all well. Dad went to town for the Monday water run, and I thought we could just take this time for a word about snackies.
Look, I’m just going to get to the meat (mmmm…what was I saying? Oh yeah!) the meat of the issue here, which is that I’d appreciate it if you’d stop raining on my parade, okay? I mean, thanks for the concern. Really. But I’m fine. So if you could just stop telling Dad he shouldn’t give me food. He’s already really bad about things like rat poison and chocolate and cooked chicken bones, like somehow those are bad things. Do you know how good they smell?
So anyway – thanks for the concern, I do appreciate it. But things are bad enough around here without you guys commenting and emailing and all but hollering over the fence that he should not give me part of his snackies. Okay? Thanks again. Bye.
i know you and snackies are friends but, you are a bit thick in the girth and snackies aren’t really good for you.
Why doncha go out there and say that to his face, Dianne Feray?
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Psst- LB – note from the outside world. Don’t tell “She Who Must Be Obeyed” I snagged her password, but there are 3 things Uncle Joe should buy in bulk:
1) Tomatoes – snark them right off the plant and look around fiercely for Deer types to blame.
2) Scat – any type will do, the fresher the better
3) White Grapes straight off the vine (see #1 or she’ll put up fencing)
#kanineresistancekrew
I hear you LB. Many a canine is an eating machine. Land sharks. Scat, sheet rock, dirty dish rags. Yes, I’m witness. I think the whole chocolate and raisins thing was started by a human who craved such delights and was dismayed that partner shared so much with the canine friend as to create critical reserve shortages!
you know i would go out and confront LB but i don’t know where that would be!!!!