Sunday, January 1, 2012

bad language

The Lady calls my ears my 'clippities.' How they got that way is not my fondest memory. Today she told me that she thinks my ears make me look like a cat. Huh? I thought we had rules about no bad language in this house. 

Here I am with my 'clippities.'

Oh, and I hope everyone gets what they want in 2012. 
I think The Lady is figuring out what I want:
My butt scratched.
Long sniffing sessions.
Letting me sleep curled up on her.
Lots of protein that was once an animal.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, no! Your sweet lady said the C-word!? I hope that your clippities haven't been permanently damaged!

    I hope all of your 2012 wishes come true, Birdy-girl!