It all started yesterday when my momma brought our raw meaty bones out for breakfast. Bison confessed that he didn't like Emu anymore. Something about him being a chicken and turkey kind of guy. Yeah, I'd say so too...he is a chicken and a turkey!
I can't believe you don't like Emu anymore, I told him. I guess you don't have a refined palette like the sophisticated Lindsay! Yep, the sista with the mostest!
Whatta surprise, Bison was pissed off with my choice of words. "I'm the sophisticated one! I'm not a scrappy JRT that eats whatever comes her way!!"
"Don't ever call me scrappy!! Just 'cause I can beat you down in two seconds doesn't mean I'm scrappy. I'm just skilled at my craft of being the best dog I can be. You could learn a thing or two from me, you know?"
Let me show you how it's done!
Who cares if this Emu neck is bigger than my head, I can handle it. Yumm....you're soooo missing out!!
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