Tuesday, February 12, 2008
I'm so ashamed, I can hardly look at you, dooogs.
I'm hardly barkin' at the ma either.
Oh my dooog, five months?
Honestly, it's been way tooo long without your sniffs and howls, and I haven't been to your smelly blogplaces in agesssss either.
Can you ever forgive me?
Will you ever come and chew the fat again with me?
Of course I'll understand if you never want to sniff my butt again.
Perfect Tosca said she'd bite her foot if I didn't post soon.
I should really bite mine for being so slack, although it wasn't my fault, If. You. Know. What. I. Mean.
No doubt the ma will insist on including a list of pathetic excuses in a later dogpost. 'The dog ate my homework.' 'I was busy.' 'I had to listen to some flowers growing.' 'Let's take on some barkin' challenges and do them all at once, shall we?''I clean forgot.' 'Blog, what blog?' 'Oh look, is that fish really looking at me?' .
I hope you still have all your paws, lovely Tosca.
Thank you all for not forgetting me completely. Thank you for stopping by and leaving tasty comments.
What's the highest compliment I can pay you, to let you know how I feel about you?
Mmmmmm, I know.
You are all like marrow bones to me:
delicious, lickable, desirable, wondrously smelly, pantingly scrumptious, everydooog's dream....
....and oh so good for me!