January 29, 2005
An Evening in my Crate
(Filed under: Random)So, last night my peeps went over to Kaya and Hobie's house to chill for a while. It was pretty fun. They played Killer Bunnies for over 5 hours, then played with Hobie and Kaya for a while. Good times.
You know what I was doing during this time? Sitting in my crate for 8 DAMN HOURS!
I'm the one who offered Hobie a hide out when the vet was threatening his manhood. I'm the one who thinks that Kaya is a total hottie. And what do I get for being a true friend? I get crated and left in the front hall. That's what I get.
They'll drive me twelve hours to hang with the chihuahua who wants to eat people, but they won't drive me 40 minutes to see my bud and my girl because of a little "dog aggression." Whatever. I'm tough, Hobie's tough. We'd work it out.
Posted by Speak at January 29, 2005 3:17 PM
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Comments
Preach it, Speak!
Posted by: hobiewan at January 29, 2005 3:50 PM
Yeah, well, tough. You and Linus come down here and I get exiled to Grandma's. Remember Evil Minnie? I have to hang with that old bag, I'm pretty sure she was a stand-in for one of the Bond movies, one of the OLD ones. Oh, and Grandma wouldn't let me outside, one of you guys must have told her I was good at grabbing birds. I'm still ready to take you and that punk Linus on anytime. Just name the place.
Posted by: Purrkins at February 14, 2005 9:26 PM