I am a dog. A dog with a dream. To consume an entire cow in one sitting.
Wait, I did something like that? The gas you say? Like stinking death come for your souls?
Sounds about right. Sir Gizmo of fatness, the Dog of Timex here. Dad just took a box of macaronis from me. Said something about messing them up. I think that here on the floor they were just getting good, cause everybody knows ya gotta get that tough yet tasty covering off them before you can eat them. I didn’t even get into the pouch with the shiny stuff that hurts my teeth. That pouch has cheese, my friend.
It’s time for bed. I’ve constructed a nest out of the pillows of the house, and I’m currently lying here trying to get my tongue back in my mouth. That could take a while.
Hello world. You have a lot of places to poop. I intend to try them all.
June 10, 2008 at 4:45 pm
Sir Gizmo, you are the absolute best puppy face ever. I miss you so much and your never-ending tongue of doom. I’ll be home soon enough to aggravate you to death.
I’ll tell you a secret… a secret place to poo. No one knows this place, it is your dad’s shoe!
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