Posted by Bubba the Bootlicker on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 9:02 p.m.
Which, by the way, I am still faithfully guarding. At least, the southern perimeter. Buster and Molly have the rest under control, I'm sure.
And I'm making sure that no marauding squirrel - with or without a tin-foil beanie - or blue-butted mule deer will dare interrupt the festivities tonight!
Mom MacK explained about the birthday thing - but I don't have a lot of spare change for presents, 'cause I get paid in dog chow instead of money. But I do have a lovely collection of chicken bones - and I chose the choicest specimens and left 'em in a nice neat pile by the back door for you.
BTW, the *former* drumstick on top is from Popeye's - Cajun spiced and delish!
And I also left my chicken-flavored Frisbee by the steps - can we have a nice game of catch instead of a dance? Woof!
Enjoy!
Bubba the Bootlicker (currently looking for another cat to *lick*)
Posted by K on Friday, 13 November 1998, at 9:13 p.m.
Gud. Dog chase cat.
Me get bones. Hmmm. gud ones. Thigh espeshully white and smooth.
Hey, G.
(No. You are staying until the end of the party. Tinsel can wait.)