HM came home yesterday and thought I rolled in some fish that someone dropped on the floor during dinner. and then she went and sniffed me all over. i tell ya, the longer we're together, the more alike we become. after a good two minutes of sniffing she pointed to my behind and said "there, it doesn't smell like fart but it's coming from there"
so i think maybe the gland in my behind is infected. or maybe i am just not pooing right. but the smell and the funny feeling in my rear makes me want to bite my tail. and i do, until HM yells that she would bite it for me if i didn't stop. now, i am stopping not because i am scared of her, really, of her huge teeth and her overused and overdeveloped jaw muscles, really, i am stopping not because of all that... errr... not scary at all. i am stopping because i can't believe i live with such a loony. really... i'm not hiding. you believe me, don't you?
so today simba's mommy comes home from her holiday. and i can see simba again. i missed him lots. so here's a picture specially for simba, the lion king
kinda like this scene in the movie. simba do you have a picture of you like this when you were a pup?
