When I was four my family had to give me up, so they brought me to a shelter in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I remained incarcerated for a year, at the end of which I was transferred to the Huron Valley Humane Society in Ann Arbor, Michigan, in a last-ditch effort to find me a home. Five days later, I did. This is the tale of my happy ever after.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Turkey Tacos
Mom let my friend Dustin come over for dinner tonight. We had turkey tacos. Well, they had the taco part. All I really wanted was the turkey part. YUM. You know what else is tasty? That greasy spot on the sidewalk. I love to lick it. I don't know why Mom tells me "no" every time I do. She should try it. Then she wouldn't fuss any more, I bet.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment