So I’ve been around long enough to know that humans do crazy things on the so-called holidays (I put it that way because they sure do have a way of making just about every day a holiday).
So it didn’t surprise me to learn that Mama G, after a couple of glasses of pinot noir, was fraternizing on Christmas with that other species, whose name I refuse to speak.
Normally I would be a bit mad at Mama G, but instead I found myself a little disgusted with that other creature. Her name is Liberty, and yes, she’s awfully cute, but does she not have any dignity? Really, you just throw yourself on the floor and expect people to rub your belly?
Well, granted, it worked for Mama G, but she’s a sucker for anything with four legs, or wings, or even gills. I’d just like to say to Liberty: Have some self-respect, girl! I would love to teach you a lesson or two about working the humans so that they practically throw themselves on the floor. It’s all about the attitude! You’re begging them, but you have to make it so they beg you!
But I’ll cut you a break, Liberty. You’re a dog. Oops, I spoke the name. At least you didn’t ruin Christmas, like this dog did.
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