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Aug. 8, 2007
Categorized in: Gizmo's Gossip
Well, I finally wrestled the computer back from Moose. He thinks that just because he spells better than last time, that he should be able to write EVERY month. Au contraire! They don’t call this “Gizmo’s Gossip” so Moose can write it. The only problem I have with doing this column every month is the dreaded Carpawl Tunnel Syndrome I’ve developed in my right paw. Those darned repetitive motion injuries...
Not much has been going on around our house and Moose has been behaving himself for the most part, although he has a new hobby—he thinks its really cool to hang his head out of the car window. For those of you who aren’t from around these parts, it’s been about a gazillion degrees outside. This weather is NOT prime dog-head-hanging-out-the-window time. For some reason, Moose has the male human convinced that it’s ok to drive around St. George with the window all the way down, just so he can look cool. For those of us who are already cool, it’s just darned annoying. Yeah, he looks really cool when we get home and he passes out on the bed from heat exha
ustion. Real cool Moose!
ustion. Real cool Moose! Our humans are actually thanking their lucky stars that we are as well-behaved as we are. My female humans’ sister recently had occasion to rescue a dog from the shelter. Well, all was good and fine for the first two weeks and then one night they came home after only an hour away and found that the dog had gone berserk and chewed up the entire couch! Not only that, but the curtains were ripped down and magazines were shredded into little, bitty pieces! I heard them saying something about so much stuffing on the floor, it looked like it snowed in their living room. Makes us look pretty good, eh?
We did get to go on a trip to Beaver a few weeks ago, and yes, of course we got a burger! You didn’t honestly think that diet thing was gonna stick, did ya? Let me tell you, willpower is no different for a dog. Most of the time the humans leave the house nowadays, they are always telling us that we have to stay home, because it’s too hot. That’s A-OK with me—I’d much rather be home, sleeping on the bed with that wonderful hole in the ceiling blowing delightful, frigid air. So, if you happen to see the male human driving around town, the only dog you’ll see in the car is Stoopid. Come to think of it, who’s the Stoopid one—the dog or the human who allows it? Hmmmm……
