Secret is out.

Us whippet owners provide crack for our dogs.  There I said it.  No coming back from it.

We have a secret knock, handshake and meetings. We compare, confer and consult.

"How big?"

"Where do you get yours?"

"What time did we crash the site?"

"Dear such and such vendor, we are sorry we crashed your site, fork over the on special items now!"

"Do you leave the tube in or not?"

It arrived nonchalantly, in a plain box. Humphrey was on the box looking for his first fix. He pawed it out of the box because my opposable thumbs were apparently too slow for him. How he knew it was one having never seen one before, well, his skeletal DNA may explain a lot. As soon as it was free from the box he burrowed into to it with such force, quite frankly it was violent.

Johnny Depp and I suffered the evil eye for several long minutes having lapsed as Whippet owners. See contract, document 43.8, paragraph C.

Humphrey's face was screaming: "MY FIRST ONE REALLY???? I'M ALMOST 11 YEARS OLD YOU STUPID HUMANS!"

At least I think that is Humphrey...


Oh the cave bed. It swallows up a whippet never to be seen again.

Well, until dinner time.


Comments

Chelynnah said…
I absolutely LOVE it!!

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