Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Yippy Skippy the Big Slobbery Hound Thing is 1 Year old

Well, it took the Female Lesser Species long enough to let us get back on the computer.

This past Friday was the Big Golden Slobbery Hound Thing's birthday. Like anyone cared. He's such a pain in my rump. Literally. Everytime I finally get one of the Lesser Species to let me relax on their soft, warm shoulders, that Big Golden Slobbery Hound Thing sticks his cold wet nose up my rumpus and pushes me forward. What a pain. I keep telling him to leave me alone, and I even give him the royal hiss, but he just doesn't get it. What an imbecile.

And then the Lesser Species go and celebrate this Big Golden Slobbery Hound Thing's first birthday. He and the Other Slobbery Hound Thing got cake and ice cream. What did Sally and I get? Nothing, nada. Not even a bit of cake, not a lick of ice cream.

So what if I've been a bit under the weather, and have had to hack up some hairballs on their new carpet? I DESERVE cake and ice cream. I allow them to pet me and grace them with my presence, and I don't get one little taste.

Little do they know I've hacked up hairballs all over the family room in the basement! Take that you Lesser Species!