Sticks are life. And life is all about sticks.
I’m busy livin’, which is why I haven’t been doing much updatin’. That’s going to change. Gonna get mama to do more regular posting for my friends all over the world. But in the meantime…
There are sticks. Lots of ’em. With our current weather here in Philadelphia (stormy and windy) I am here to take full advantage of the stick-storm. I like to find ’em, grab ’em, carry ’em, and yes, sometimes eat ’em.
The beauty of this advanced stickwork (don’t try this at home, puppies, this is a DOG’S work) is how BADASS you look walking down the street. 3 sticks in your mouth, carried at a jaunty angle, almost like a cats whiskers. It says, Look out world, HERE I AM.
It also says, HERE I COME – which implies GET OUT OF MY WAY.
Not in a bad way, you understand, just letting folks know that a VIP is coming down the street and they need to make way. Most people are smart and quick enough to understand. Sometimes I have to bust out the cute expressions.
I know that the human heart isn’t really prepared to handle the levels of cuteness that I can bring with just a look and a stick. I do have compassion for you. I will just lay here and give you a moment to calm down. You know, for your health and safety.
Oh and don’t get me started on if I’m wearing a sweater and carrying sticks. HEARTS EXPLODE
Love,
Bogart
