I love tater tots and obviously Willie does too! I dropped a tater tot on the floor at dinner last night and I instinctively fussed Willie, "No don't eat the frozen tater tot!" Then I gave it a thought, and said to myself, what harm would a tater tot do, after all he has a brain tumor for the love!!! So, I warmed up the frozen tater tot and let him have it. I figured it was the least I could do!
I briefly thought the other day about bringing Willie on vacation with us, which Brandon promptly pooh poohed. Then I got to thinking of all the things I would want to do before I died and applied it to Willie. Sue suggested I find him a girlfriend, because after all, Willie has never been laid before...could you imagine! I mean, in dog years, he is 70 years old and never been with a woman (I guess it would be appropriate to say bitch here right, a female dog!) It is funny how you don't really give things like that much thought and then when you do it is kind of interesting the things you can come up with. I'd like to eat more chocolate! So might I suggest to all of you...give it some thought. What would you like to do before you die and I challenge you to do some of those things. Peace.
2 comments:
I think a bit of indulgence is absolutely acceptable!! A tator tot here, a sweettart there ;-)
Willie is worth it.
Allyson
That's a good way of thinking of things: giving Wille the 5-star, pampered treatment and I urge you to think of your carpet when doling out the chocolate.
[I gave Sir Muffins [my huge - mongous cat] some chocolate and he left some pungent treats on my bathroom floor]
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