drippy days

there's no freaking grass any-way!

man, worrying about bills is not fun.  i feel like all my time is spent worrying about rent or food or phone bills. and i'm just a dog.  listen, if i could sell my beautiful barks for some extra dough, my person would never have to worry about this living from pay-check to pay-check thang anymore.

i mean, dee-vorse is not a fun thing.  first i had two persons, now i have one.  one time,  i had a huge house with four floors to run circles in,  and now i have two rooms.  of course the space don't matter, 'cause im always in the room my person is in.


 anyway, all im saying is, the end of the month time is a tense situation, and my person gets a little snippy, but i know she loves me and my girl jazmine, as long as the yummy treats keep on coming....and they do.  so, come on greenies, gimme a sponsorship, will ya?  or maybe i can get that crazy lunatic charlie sheen to start drinking yorkie blood instead of tiger blood, after all , i'm just as ferocious as any stupid tiger is.  probably more.  ankle bites really hurt, i've been told, over and over again.

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i've got some business ideas too, and i'll keep throwing them out, seeing what sticks.  nothing involving dog parks though, 'cause they really are just play prisons for poodle bullies and flirty papillons who wink at you once, and then disappear. not that im bitter or anything.

but yeah, maybe i'll get someone to take my picture, or i could become the spokes-dog for pooper scoopers,  or offer anger management courses for wanton dogs,  or sell the patent reasoning as to why dogs smell other dogs butts, or get that job as a drug-sniffing super airport dog, then i could help out on the financial side.

 until my job opportunity comes out, i guess i'll just lay close to my person, but not too close, just close enough so she can reach out and give me a head-rub.

i know that always gets a smile...from both of us.