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?"


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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