
Originally Posted by
Paddy
I have a cat named "The Poop"She was 8 weeks old when I took her home, I got home from work the next day and saw a brown line on my nice eggshell colored carpet. My wife asked "what the hell is that"? My answer..Fucking Poop!
The little bastard was dragging her ass across the carpet.
Well, the name just stuck.
So did the poop.........that's why she was draggin her butt across the carpet.............LOL
My wife used to have hair down to her butt. Each strand was around 3 feet (1 m) long (or longer) and every now and then a dog would swallow a hair. I can't tell you how many times I had a dog come in from outside with a piece of turd bouncing along a foot or two behind them.
It hasn't happened since she cut it back to only shoulder length about two years ago, but I just had a great laugh thinking about this as it hadn't crossed my mind in a while.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
***William Ernest Henley***
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