Saturday, October 21, 2006

I'm an enigma... what's an enigma?

Yeah, so The Alpha did some mmm-hmm-ing into the telephone after it rang this morning, then he left and came back with... more prescriptions for me! I'm one pill-popping poppy. Or one druggy doggy. Or a prodigiously prescribed pooch. It's a good thing I don't mind when a finger full of peanut butter has something hidden in it.

Rumor has it I may even start eating prescription chow. My liver's giving them fits. They are mystified because I act fine, yet they don't like what the vet says after I get needles stuck in me. They've also mentioned it'd be great if I'd get a job so I could pull a little more of my own weight around here. (I'm thinking maybe a Cafe Press product line?)

Okay, off to chase The Boy some more. It's a lovely day, but even sunbeams can grow tiresome after a few hours.


Molly said...

Ew, pills. I don't like pills. But I hope they make you feel better!

zorra said...

I don't like pills either, but I don't have any trouble taking mine. Peanut butter is OK. But squirt cheese--now that's awesome!

Get well soon,

zorra said...

Hey Cub--my mom finally figured out how to post a picture. Come see us!