These famous words from the old disco song have real meaning for me right now. My nice family has given me away to another family. They just dumped me off with barely a good bye. My big sister didn't even come with me to wish me farewell. But it's OK here. I will survive. Tami, the new lady, treats me well. She feeds me and gives me my Kong with chicken and lets me sleep on the bed and all. So I'm not mistreated. And there are dogs to play with here, especially Mini. I'm a little scared of her, but not nearly as scared as I am of the shelties, but they mostly ignore me. I've grown quite fond of Bubba, the Beagle; we've become quite close. And I even have the opportunity to go on the computer, so I intend to continue blogging, for sure. But I miss my old family. Why did you give me away?
On an unrelated note, my pick of North Carolina in the NCAA tournament and subsequent recommendation to President Obama earned a glowing e-mail from the human Commander in Chief, a portion of which I copied below:
Dear Tommy,
I can't thank you enough for recommending the Tar Heels to me. Your pick enabled me to win our household pool. Sasha scored higher than I did, but picked Oklahoma to emerge as the champion. That was my opening, and North Carolina's win sealed victory for me. I can't tell you what a ride it's been for me. First the White House, now this! I should tell you that we all agreed that the winner of the pool has the right to select the breed of the new family dog (of course provided it can be rescued from a shelter). In honor of you, I will select the cockapoo . . .
Sincerely,
President Barack Obama
4 comments:
You haven't been given away to another family. You have been sent to where they fatten dogs up before they ship them to the hot dog factory and turn them into food. Enjoy your kong! Your sister negotiated the deal and got $16 for you. She spent it on a pedicure. You won't live long enough to see Obama get a dog (other than perhaps a hot dog).
SO! A NEW HOME, AND A NEW MISTRESS. HOW LUCKY CAN ONE COCKAPOO GET? MAYBEE THE OLD FAMILY WILL COME TO VISIT FROM TIME TO TIME. I THINK THEY LIVE RATHER CLOSE-BY.
AND........WHAT A COUP IN YOUR BONNET! A FRIENDLY CONVERSATION WITH THE PREZ!! VERY IMPRESSIVE.
I`D SAY YOU`RE SITTING PRETTY.
I'm here, you're not. Nyeh, nyeh.
Bo
Bo,
While you apparently are able to send e-mails, all messages sent to you bounce back to sender. This, I have chosen to post this message to you on this cocapooch's blog since, for some reason, you read it. I had never heard of Tommy the Cocopooch's drivel stream before, but some of the semi-literate cats I keep read it when they are stoned, and brought your post to my attention.
I realize that you are thrilled to escape the clutches of the MADD Massachusetts Monster, the Killer Kennedy, Drunken Demomocrat (D-MA), but do you think you are really better off in the clutches of an elitist half-breed who can't keep a promise? He promised to get a shelter dog, but got you. Do you really think he'll keep his promise to take good casre of you. And you would trust kids with the initialks S & M not to torture you? Bush did it to Afghans at Gitmo. The Obamas intend to do it to Porties in the White House. When they invite you to water board, don't think it will be a fun trip to the ocean.
If you have half a brain (and the cats tell me Porties have that much--bsrely), you'll get out of there fast. Let the cocapooch have your job. He seems to like photo ops, and one elitist half breed deserves another.
Post a Comment