G. I. Dog doesn't mean "government issue".
We're talking about gastrointestinal. G. I. Sprocket.
What in the world has BrilliantEditor been feeding that animal? He says that it's probably because of whatever "treats" the deer are leaving for Sprocket. If the deer are, indeed, causing Sprocket such redolent distress, I believe a new bioterrorism has been founded in the abominable abdominal grumblings of a small, hog-shaped canine.
Spring has been trying to dominate her for days. Perhaps this is Sprocket's defense--to cause Spring to sink to her knees making hairball noises?
Sprocket is lying near to me and her in breaths sound like small questions. Hm? Ehm? Hrm? Hhhem? Little sounds with an occassional answer. I can hear her, I think, saying all these different phrases: "like deer poops?" "poo?" "poops?" "yeah" "do I?" "I do?" "yeah?" "i smell good"
I suspect Sprocket does this just to prove she scared the shit out of some deer. I'm not sure what she hopes to gain by having proven that, though.
She's already overwhelmingly impressive.
Posted by dotty at March 13, 2006 11:45 PM | TrackBack