Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : New Years Resolutions
I asked my dogs yesterday about their new year’s resolutions.
Yes, I’m crazy like that.
The 3 Muttsketeers : We resolve to stop chasing the cats.
(They’re new, but say they like the food and…hey, it isn’t the pound).
Fat White Dog: I resolve to eat kitty gifts out of the litter box more often.
(Not one of my favorite farts (if there is such a thing), especially when she’s riding in a car with us.)
Rottie Mutt: Duh…what’s a year?
(He’s sweet but has the brain power of a turnip).
Then I asked my two basket cases.
Dingo Dog: I resolve to sleep on mom’s bed more this year.
(Is it possible for a dog to spend more than 20 hours on a bed?)
Errrrr Dog: I resolve to add more “R’s” to my Errrrrrrrr’s
(Smart dog — that’s one resolution he’ll have no problem keeping.)
Sweetest dog in the word: just smiled at me and said he just wants to make his humans happy.
Now for MY new year’s resolution: It’s the same as every year. I resolve not to make a new year’s resolution.
Excuse me while I quell a canine riot.
© Joelle LeGendre (travel with me to places where no dog has gone before)