All disapproval, all the time.
Disapproved of by
Dusty is now in the market for new hoomin slaves. The previous ones having mysteriously vanished. Dusty also wants it known that that all the digging he has done lately is just to get his garden ready for late fall plantings.
Dusty is a diligent gardener. There's no need to ask about the two new 2' x 6' mounds that have appeared behind his tool shed.
How could anybody forget treats for that face??? And that look -
Umm...whose dust made Dusty dusty? I understand that this a recreational site, but we have some cold cases we could use some help with.
The lights in the background are the policebuns driving away after listening to Dusty's perfectly reasonable explanation. Not even worth filing a report.
That's a disgrace forgetting your treat the slave's should be executed,off with there head's said the queen of hearts
I think they humans realised they'd forgotten the treats and then just ran for the hills rather than face that Dusty face. They are now living with new identities under the constant fear of the sound of scrabbling paws at the door. (I'm shaking just thinking about it).
I sqeee'd so hard I pee'd myself a little. Oh, Dusty, my little lionhead love, who is this clod Barry? Run away with me and I will never approach your flooofy flooofiness without treat in hand(s). I love you. From the moment my eyes turned heart shaped upon gazing at your floofy lionheadhimalayaness. I love youI adore youYou make me stupid(er) than a human has a right to be on a Thursday morning.Or it could all be the cold medicine and Presidente'.
Brandi would you like Speedy to go get Dusty for you ,I'm sure he would he'd do any thing for you well almost anything!
Yes, Speedy! Go snatch that baby up for me. He has Speedy Himalayan points on a lionhead's floofy body! He's killin' me softly with his disapproval!
One can forget teats only twice, the first and last time ;-)
This is Dusty's other hoomin, Debbie. We are still in hiding, but Dusty seems to be a forgiving bun. Do you think we can make amends?
Debbie, I could snatch up that baby bunny of yours without any shame or guilt and keep him all to myself. He is freakin' kyyyyooootttt.
Debbie and Co., I would work on my Amens...the kind that come at the conclusion of fervent prayer.
A 1000 years of servitude will not make it up. We're doomed.
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