Are your peeps all there? I mean, are their heads screwed on tight enough? Sometimes I wonder about mine.
The other night, when it snowed, one peep took me out for a romp in the white stuff. The other one lagged behind. And it got darker. And darker.
I wondered if She’d ever catch up with Us. Or even if She’d know where We were. They carry these little flash lights, but She didn’t have one at the time. We use those things to help cars see Us at night and to find my poo so They can pick it up. Nice of Them, huh?
Anyway, it went something like this.
“I’m sure glad I found y’all. It was touch and go there for a minute.”
“It shouldn’t have been that hard to find us.”
“Well, it wasn’t after I figured it out. I finally figured that I all had to do was follow the two sets of footprints. And here you are!”
Really??? Thank goodness the blond comes out of a bottle. After all, She picked moi. So that must mean She’s got some sense about Her. Sometimes. Maybe.
What You Learned Today:
- Sometimes I wonder about my peeps.
- In fact, I wonder about humans in general.
- See, I don’t think humans use their WHOLE brain sometimes.
- Not like us Scotties. We’re always sharp. Smart. With it. In the know. Got the 4-1-1 on everything.