I spent Saturday with Yvonne and her hyper-active doggy, Gaston. Well, I call him Gasti-lo-lo, even though Yvonne might just stop speaking to me on account of that!!
He actually answers me excitedly when I call him Gasti-lo-lo so I dunno what her problem is.
I highly suspect that dog to be on speed, sugar or some other kind of upper!! It’s a little too happy and excited for its own good...and check out the glint in those eyes!! He humps around, chews on shoes, slippers and even Vogue; also a little too eager to chip in to Terror Squad gist sessions.
Yeah and he checks out girls underwear (or lack of it) too!!
I haven’t had that much experience with pets, except the time when my sister, Ton was practically breeding cats in the house. It started with one, the Queen mother of them all, whom she aptly named Pussy Nemebere.
Pussy (the word is only liberating when made in reference to cats) gave birth to the first squad, whom she afflicted with the names: Big Boy, Fatty, Becksinin (after a very skinny cousin’s nick-name) and wait for this, Different-Legs-Of-Socks!!
Different-Legs, as she was fondly called by everyone, was the most beautiful kitten and eventually cat, there ever was….and yes, all her four legs were a different color and pattern each, hence the name, Different-Legs-of-Socks.
The biggest problem with Different-Legs was that she knew she was a Knockout, so the diva behavior was legendary!! She could sit mid-stair, or block a passageway, and when anyone approached, would maintain her position, making you navigate your own path around her.
Anyway, Ton soon grew out of her cat phase, or rather, forced out of it, after a family gang conspiracy to abduct all of them and go drop them somewhere far away from the house, but safe.
So she never saw her cats again, and when she eventually did, they either had no clue who she was, or were too determined to maintain their newfound Independence, as they bolted far out of her reach.
6 years ago