the little dachshund breathed a sigh of relief. not only was today a brand new day, it was a day when he would not have to worry about anyone slobbering on his head, or drinking his water, or stepping all over him. or, more importantly, he thought to himself with the utmost of gratitude, he would not have to worry about catching cooties. “after i help u with chores and projects today and take my wolfy recharge nap,” the little dachshund excitedly suggested his mother, “maybe we can make pizza poopbolis and plt sandwiches for our picnic. u know, the one we should definitely have now that the weather is cooler and the leaves are falling and the world is getting all orange and brown and yellow.”
2 comments:
You survived the cootie scare and now it's your time to do whatever you want!
Harley and Lulu Belle think that pizza poopballs and plt sandwiches are a great idea. But why can't we talk Dad into them?
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