Puppy Prose :
…..I shall tear through the soft people clothes wide-eyed and crazed…
till I meet the soft (..the bigger humans more wrinkly and leathery) flesh.. until I hear loud shrieks of delight and fancy.
…..I will snub the 345 fancy bacon flavored plastic bones in favor of that squishy, padded thing my mom sometimes wears in which she exhales in relief every afternoon and exclaims !!
……”I wish I could burn these things”….
..I Will , however, inhale the edible bones so fast, I choke.. and watch everyone shriek again in delight..but a bit more panicky …”SCOUT !ARE YOU OKAY?”
……To which I say. .in my head ..
“You know I can’t talk right?”
……Due to my frenzied ADHD like behavior (which I inherently adopted from these tiny and bigger humans)….I will suddenly &
narcoleptic-ally..pass out ..leaving my mom stressed out thinking I nibbled up a Tylenol pm..”
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This blog is like the ridiculous sweater I bought at Anthropologie a few years ago. It was on sale and the sales lady told me "it looks awesome on you." It's the most bizarre sweater, and whether it looked good on me or not, is highly debatable. Like these blogs, I look at them at say "Yeesh, what was I thinking,," or laugh or bath in their cathartic qualities. The sweater stays for the same reasons.