Flannery Flailings
Flannery Flailings




It's too dark to read inside a dog, but you can try:

I didn't do it!
so tell her
and let me get my rest.

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Thursday, June 12, 2003
I escaped!!

The girlfriend stuck her nose up at me and made my girl's brother take me back home. I've been staying nights at his house (and been behaving very properly. I have had any accidents or anything. Perhaps it's because he doesn't leave me cooped up inside for 16-20 hours and then wonder why I act as if I'm not housetrained.) Well, it gets boring there. Very boring. So he let me out for a minute to "do my business" and I MADE A RUN FOR IT.

I got distracted about a mile out by this sweet little old lady who smelled like homemade cookies. That will get you everytime. Thus, I am now back with Clay and the girlfriend is going to take me back this weekend (le sigh) so that it seems as if she had the "patience" to keep me the whole time. ("patience" in this case means the agility to move out of the way of my vicious fangs snapping rabidly at her pesky hands! I'm a savage beast - rarrrr!)

I can't wait until my girl comes back. She might not have long nails. She might not smell refreshingly of fresh meat. She might not appreciate the thrill of licking a car's tires. However, she's still my girl and I know -if nothing else - she's missing me greatly. Poor lass. There's no way she can last much longer.

Flailed by Flan 6:44 PM
Thursday, June 05, 2003
While I'm stuck here with the girlfriend my girl is off trolloping about California with the likes of long nails Ann Marie.

The injustice!!!

Flailed by Flan 8:15 PM