Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Well I'm all growd up now, being asponsible. No more fun! Playing is for babies. And kitties. And baby kitties. Tasty baby kitties. Now, when I'm at the place where all my friends live, I do big dog asponsible stuff like training. My mean mom says catch is something we "play." She says, Hey, you wanna go play catch? Then I jump up and down, and bonk my head on the glass coffee table and then forget right away because it doesn't hurt! But not cause I agree. She's affused, and that's okay. How could she know how aportant it is? How could she know that catch is training to be a super killer? When she throws the ball, my eyes forget where I am and I fold my ears back so they don't get in the way of all that air going past me as I shoot across the field like... like a bigger, faster, really asponsible ball.