Wednesday, May 06, 2009
I feel sorry for my dog sometimes. Cats keep pissing on our doorstep and in our driveway. He can't do anything about it. He just has to sit there behind the otherside of the gate as these seedy loiterers post dirty messages all over the front of his castle. They're all smug, like cats are (Garfield anyone? Scientific evidence right there!) and call me and him 'homos' under their breath. Louie said we should get a water snake and let it loose on them. Then we could get a roast chicken each and go down to the river and split a pack of cold and flu tabs and a bottle of red. Get bad buzzed.