I wasn't exactly shocked when my human cancelled tonight's Wild Game, after last week's chicken foot incident and everything. I'm still not happy about it though.
ME: but everybody is dying to know about this week's meat!
HUMAN: nobody is dying.
ME: you don't know that.
HUMAN: go ahead, ask Google.
So I asked Google and I guess nobody is actually
dying to know about my meat. That we know of.
Yet. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to fight for it. Y'know, just in case Google is wrong.
ME: but if we don't have meat, I won't have anything to talk about.
HUMAN: there's more to life than wild meat.
ME: you mean like bacon?
HUMAN: (silent)
After completely ignoring what I said about bacon, my human suggested we do a Wordless Wednesday. It's not the worst idea she's ever had - except half the entire internet goes wordless on Wednesdays and I suck at keeping my snout shut. So I came up with the idea of doing something *with* words instead. Something like Wordy Wednesday.
Genius, right?
That's what I thought too.
Then I remembered all the words I see walking around our neighborhood. The ones on the ground that make my human smile for no reason. I read them sometimes when there's nothing around to pee on and I guess they are pretty cool.
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| I miss you too!! |
Wordy Wednesday isn't half as cool as wild meat. Or bacon. Or practically any other eatable (except bananas). But it's way waaay better than having to keep your snout shut the whole entire day.