MMOB and what happens? The G just slides down the sleeting stairway to heaven? No, to the concrete landing and UMPH! But I held onto the plastic coca-cola bottle I was playing with no 'butter lips' here!
So Ms. Zeta went to chat with Madam Dona, the life advisor. She was so happy when she came home--look I got a nice sourdough pretzel! Yahoo for Madam D!!!
What else happened? Well, Dog-Anon was okay although there were some yappers and flappers tonite and a few low-talkers couldn't understand a grumbling growl they shared. BARK-UP DOGGIES! We may be co-dependent but we can still bark (it works on a lot of the humans anyway).
Biggie let me sleep in the bed this afternoon; no one wanted to play "too cold"--geesh, lightweights. Well, I got my squeeky-ball and a new pepsi can to raise a rukus. I'll let you know if Alpha Dog barks at me tonite.
I'ma little jumpy these days "skittish" is what Ms. Zeta calls me. Not sure what's going on but plastic bags, sudden movements and noises are just freaking me out...I may need to see if Dr. Cerebrum takes canines...
Don't tell Alpha Dog, but Ms. Zeta is still looking for a bride for me--I hear she is narrowing in on one of those German models. That'll be cool since my peeps came from Germany. Can't speak a word but Theta is teaching me spanish so I can relate to Big Daddy Dog and Purrrrry.
Well time to post and then plop. Check ya'll tamale and let you know how the dreams go...G-Frog out
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