Wednesday, March 11, 2009

accelerated development

iams is surely injecting their puppy chow with the same hormones that nubile 6 year olds are currently enjoying on their rice krispies.

i was part of the coitus interruptus taking place in the kitchen last week, where "cute-little-fuzzy-eared-puppy-breath-axel" was engaging in a serious round of doggie bed frottage-- blissfully unaware of the involuntary hip thrusts that were in symbiotic cadence with the other end tearing the stuffing out of rielly's miniature bed.

the sad reality is, that it is only a matter of time until he wants to get his tail pierced, or worse, purchase a "blow me, i'm irish" raglan t-shirt from petco.

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