A certain Animal who shall remain nameless gives me his best guilt trip its time for you to hold me noises, which I respond to with: "No! Ernie is on the computer right now, you don't get to have me 24 hours a day, your current limit of 20 is quite enough" More intense noise, Animal starts to drip post supper mash potato gravy pork flavored saliva onto my portable keyboard.
C-Animal WSRN then assumes an ostrich head in sand position, his head=Ostrich, my back and couch=The Sand, more guilt canine o'clock PM noise. I hold my ground, he retreats to the floor with an old treat, a raw hide chew, relatively recent gift from his gal, crunching but quiet at my feet, defeat for him.
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