Friday, January 8, 2010. Leroy Earl here! Every year on December 24 an unfortunately dressed obese man breaks into our house and leaves stuff. SERIOUSLY! He's real! I can't make this stuff up. It's always on the same night and since it's kinda creepy I stay extra close to The Momma on that day. But boy oh boy! On the 25th (which also happens to be Christmas) I'm so excited to go see what the guy left. It's always something good and he never comes back for it. This year, we all got Sock Monkeys! Fred and I also got some squeaky toys and yummy treats.
So, be careful on December 24 in case the guy decides to come to your house this year-and enjoy the spoils on Christmas morning!
Deep Thoughts from a Shallow Well Part 2
Wednesday, January 6, 2010. The Momma had a tough day yesterday so I snapped into "Therapist Leroy" mode and set out to improve her mental health.
As soon as she got home she took me and my brother Fred for a long walk. I was very careful not to make poopy while we were out. When we got home she went to change clothes. While she was changing, I went into the kitchen a laid a stinker. Worked like a charm! It took her mind completely off of her bad day. Maybe it was too much poopy. Maybe it was too stinky. Something went terribly wrong with my plan. Sure she wasn't thinking about her bad day anymore but...she was REALLY mad at me.
After she picked up the poopy and cleaned the floor she went in the living room and sat down on the couch. I jumped up beside her, made a pathetic face and barfed.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! Who could stay angry with a sick puppy? The Momma forgot about her bad day AND the fact that she was ever angry with me.
Good work, Therapist Leroy. That will be $150 please.
As soon as she got home she took me and my brother Fred for a long walk. I was very careful not to make poopy while we were out. When we got home she went to change clothes. While she was changing, I went into the kitchen a laid a stinker. Worked like a charm! It took her mind completely off of her bad day. Maybe it was too much poopy. Maybe it was too stinky. Something went terribly wrong with my plan. Sure she wasn't thinking about her bad day anymore but...she was REALLY mad at me.
After she picked up the poopy and cleaned the floor she went in the living room and sat down on the couch. I jumped up beside her, made a pathetic face and barfed.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! Who could stay angry with a sick puppy? The Momma forgot about her bad day AND the fact that she was ever angry with me.
Good work, Therapist Leroy. That will be $150 please.
Deep Thoughts from a Shallow Well
Monday, January 4, 2009. Hello! I'm going to be blogging from time-to-time this year so I thought I'd take a moment and introduce myself.
Name: Leroy Earl Brown
Age: Three and a half
Breed: Redneck Poodle
Hail From: The Great State of Texas
Sibling: Fred Dog
Momma: The Momma
Job: Snuggling and being cute
Hobbies: Wresting, squeekin' toys, flushin' the potty just to watch the water and suckin' the bathroom wall
Turn ons: Cheese cookies and long walks
Turn offs: Short leashes and fireworks
Love Interest: Kami (she lives down the block)
Philosophy of Life: It's all good!
Now don't you be a stranger! I've got a lot to say this year.
Name: Leroy Earl Brown
Age: Three and a half
Breed: Redneck Poodle
Hail From: The Great State of Texas
Sibling: Fred Dog
Momma: The Momma
Job: Snuggling and being cute
Hobbies: Wresting, squeekin' toys, flushin' the potty just to watch the water and suckin' the bathroom wall
Turn ons: Cheese cookies and long walks
Turn offs: Short leashes and fireworks
Love Interest: Kami (she lives down the block)
Philosophy of Life: It's all good!
Now don't you be a stranger! I've got a lot to say this year.
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