and I've got a few things to get off my chest, so I thought I'd do it while that woman is busy grading papers. Honestly, she's a beast. In the last 24 hours, she has:
-- given me yet another bath, and now I smell like a tangerine. She says she did it because I rolled in something. My reply: I'm a dog; I roll in things. What's your problem lady?
-- harassed me with Pedi Paws yet again in some futile attempt to get me to acquiesce and become a mindless dolt like those dogs in the commercial, slobbering happily while some maniac grinds away at my claws with Satan's tool.
-- perhaps even worse, harassed me with a hand held fan she got at a school "function" (she's so pretentious that she uses that word a lot) and then laughed when I couldn't help but bite at the whirling plastic blades. No, I wasn't injured, but it's the lack of dignity I suffer when she laughs at me for not being able to resist the contraption.
-- told Lu that we would board his extra cat. Now that's not bad in and of itself, but she told him I wouldn't eat it.
-- and the last and perhaps most egregious of her offenses: she told Aunt Cathy, who owns a kennel, that I'd be coming to visit while she goes to Pin's house for five days. Don't get me wrong; I love Aunt Cathy's, but not going to Pin's house is unbearable. They understand me there.
So, you can see I've got it pretty rough right now -- rougher than usual even. I know she said she was going to (you can tell it's me writing because she would have said gonna. And she purports to have a doctoral degree in English!) post backyard pictures, but she'd so dumb (how dumb is she?) that she left her camera at D's house. What a doofus!
Well, at least you didn't have to read her schlock today. I'm going to go take a nap now. When I wake up I'm going to bite her because I think she's getting out the flea and tick medicine today.
Catherine, if you read this, please consider taking me back to Massachusetts instead of her. We'll put her in the kennel. It'll be good practice for when you have to put her in a nursing home.
Later,
Missy
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Friday noon, you're coming home with me Vinny.
Vincent Murphy?

What!?
Tuesday nights

are gonna change in May
Mr. Murphy

waiting for his haircut
When I get bored

I take pictures of myself in bathrooms
Graphic Boulevard

blown transformers and a tree
Cars in Bergenfield

didn't do well
House on Queen St

with a for sale sign in front of it
Bergenfield

Storm 2010
Vincent Murphy

and his look alike Bob Murphy
Off my back porch

Don't worry I didn't take this pic while falling
Down Kellogg Street

Up Kellogg Street

My house, our cars

Winter 2010
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Monday, May 4, 2009
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Missy, Sometime we will have to take you off that crazy woman's hands. Then you can help me herd the kids and keep crows off the bird feeders. I think you would like it in NJ. Tons of short people you can steal food from easily.
ReplyDeleteTons of short people is right.
ReplyDeleteNice. I needed a laugh today. I'm late in catchin gup on your blog, I know, but ...
ReplyDeleteMissy, you can come stay with Lilly. She agrees with you about that Pedi-Paws thing. We took hers back. (I think the dogs in the commercial were drugged, that's what I think.)