The skirted two-legs
This is going to be a short post, it has been a long week.
My two-legs has been spending a significant amount of his time with a skirted two-legs. Which leaves plenty of time for me to sit and pout. They met awkwardly a short while ago when I was supposed to be out marking my trees. He exchanged some un-witty banter with her and then clumsily found out where she worked so he could hang out there. I suppose he figures if he waits long enough she will come around. Apparently it worked cuz here we are…
Me. Alone in the cold apartment. (I suppose I should be grateful I have a bed now.)
Him, with her, and that mongrel of hers. I not a breedist but what does he, a pound-puppy, have over me, a pure bred schnauzer. Big clownish ears and huge drooling tongue is what.
*grumble*grumble*grumble*