Sunday, June 12, 2005

I Cannot Control the Weather!

So, the dog and orange cat woke me up this morning at 7:00, because it was raining. Apparently, it is my job to change the weather. Yes, the animals think I have magic powers. Maybe I do...I can make food appear in their bowls. But even so, I don't think I can change the course of tropical storm remnants. While we were at the park, a jogger stopped to ask us what the dog does. Yes, "Hey, what does your dog do?" I was dumbfounded. How is one supposed to answer that question? Mostly, she sleeps, shits, and eats. Sometimes, the Butcher beats me with her, but that's not something I want to tell strangers, how we're still playing "Why are you hitting yourself?" only it's progressed to "Why are you letting the dog hit you?"

4 Comments:

Blogger Twyla said...

What does your dog do??? Um, that is a very weird question, to be sure. But the "Why are you letting the dog hit you?"...that put a smile on my face.

6/12/2005 10:44:00 PM  
Blogger Twinkletoes said...

Poor Mrs. Wigglebottom!!!!

6/13/2005 08:01:00 AM  
Blogger Yankee T said...

Funny, funny "why are you letting thd dog hit you??""

6/13/2005 03:53:00 PM  
Blogger Cindy St. Onge said...

Oh Gawd, this post is funny. The picture in my mind of two grown people playing 'why are you letting the dog hit you' is a riot.

6/13/2005 11:38:00 PM  

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