It's that time again- organizing the cigars

[Old Smokey]

Sorter speckled that You licked,,,er...liked thet sorter a-buse, caint membur the name wot it are called. No kind a how unnerstand You bein set agin Mrs. smokey haulin You orf to shopping. How de Debil else goan get You a proper fittin collar an lead rope? You knows thet all You needs do to ketch a smoke wen wanton tis let Mr. Smokey know you wants ta visit a Fire Hydrant. Mrs. Smokey haint goan be lookin to be sure You is hoppying round on one laig an You kin enjoy to smoke a seegar.

This mornin she had me doin all kinda husbandry stuff. She had me check her for ticks, giver a moussage, rub her feet ,then I went lickity split and buttered her muffin fer breakfast. I used to dress up like Woody from Toy Story and she was Elvira, but it began to get a little weird.

But now it's nap time.