You literally take my breath away Sir. And that’s because I’m allergic to you. But don’t worry I won’t give you up. I know, I’m no prize either. Even though I smell better than you do, usually.
But since you’re reading this post today I want you to remember this one simple fact— no matter who feeds you I’m the one picking up your poop.
So when I call, listen. When I cut your nails, let me. When my friends are over, they’re your friends too. But don’t get too attached. And even when you shed, so much I start thinking Cruella De Vil was just misunderstood, I’m still glad you’re around.
Now if you could only talk. Nope. Bad idea.
Thanks for reading, Sir. Now let’s go for a…Wait for me you monster!
Well this is Sir, underneath the mop of fur. The Daily Post used my writing prompt suggestion today so I figure I should participate. Also look for the next post in The Lizard Drops this week!
© Chic Prune 2014