Showing posts with label Romney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romney. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

I Don't Want To Be Eaten

Shasta is scaring me!  She keeps talking about that Romney guy that ties dogs on roofs and saying that if I’m not good our human might put me on a roof that way.  Now she’s talking about that Obama guy that eats dogs.  I don’t want to be eaten!  Being on a roof would be bad enough, but eaten….yikes!!!!
Candi, my human, says that Shasta is just being mean because that’s what big sisters do to little brothers.  She also says that I don’t need to worry because she would never put me on a roof or cook me for dinner.  Candi says that they only do that in places far away and that dogs here shouldn’t worry about it.
There is one thing that really scares me about it, though.  If that Obama person gets re-elected, will he make eating dogs legal?  Will my human have to start eating dog meat because that’s what he’ll put in grocery stores?  And will it matter how big the dog is?  Maybe I should talk Candi into running away from the scary Obama man with me.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Squeaky Toys On TV

Sometimes my human makes me and Shasta watch these things on TV that are called debates.  Last night while we were watching, she was on her computer and phone chatting with other humans.  Every so often she would giggle at something she read or heard.  There were other times when she had what she calls her ‘Joe Wilson’ moments.  That’s when she yells really loud at the person on the TV…”YOU LIE!!!”  
The real problem came when she got up early to watch the replay of the show.  See there was this guy that looked like Mr. Magoo and he had something on his eyes that looked like fuzzy squeaky toys to me.  Well, every single time I would put my paws on the TV and try to play with those things that looked like the ‘dryer lint’ from the other night, Candi would tell me to stop and make me get down.  I just wanted to play with the squeaky toys on the guys head. 
Then Shasta would growl at the TV every so often and she would tell Shasta to be quiet.  I don’t think that’s very nice.  We just wanted to play with the funny men on the TV.
So I’m just asking for someone to tell my human that she should let us play with the funny politics people.  They have cool squeaky toys and ‘dryer lint’ on their faces.  Please help me out and ask her to let us.  I know she will if you other humans tell her she should.

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