Here is what I discovered this morning, before I even had my first cup of coffee: There she was, my sweet little Emma, sleeping away, blissfully dreaming of hot dogs and liver treats and running in fields of clover in the sunshine, tucked into her bed with her special pink quilt. But where was her faithful pal Monkey? The one toy that she doesn't chew on and carefully carries with her from room to room? What the heck is actually going on here? I do believe that Monkey is taking liberties here with Miss Emma. Monkeyshines, I say, and I'm putting my foot down.
But wait, it just occurred to me that Emma is five, which is actually 35 in dog years. Well past the age of consent. And who am I, after all, to stand in the way of true inter-species love? All I can say, then, is that nobody better expect me, the queen, to be babysitting any doggie-monkey pups.
6 comments:
Wouldn't that make them "Donkeys" ?? Or perhaps "Dogkeys or "Moggies"?
I just hope it doesn't come to pass, but you can't stand in the way of true love I guess.
Hey there is nothing wrong with a little monkey loving.
Oh dear - I think this is going to be burned into my brain. Monkey love...Dogkeys...Moggies
This site should be r-rated!
My delicate senses have been affronted.
This is sick I say...sick, sick, sick.
Can I have one of the pups?
A little too much wine perhaps!
Quinn had a brief fling with a llama in red pajamas, but the relationship (nor the llama) could not withstand Quinn's energetic lifestyle and eventually the llama lost his stuffing. It was a sad ending indeed. I claim a pup, too!
It doesn't look like Emma is putting up too much of a fight. Must be true love. I bet the pups will be beautiful! But I have to say what really caught my eye was the beautiful pink quilt Emma and monkey are sleeping on. So pretty!
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