Saturday, January 22, 2005
Waddleyatcha, doodle doo
Earlier this week Joe and I were crossing Pennsylvania Avenue, and near as I can tell this other woman was crossing and wanted to play a game. Joe made me sit to the side as she walked by. She walked really funny. She was huge. She said "oooh.... don't let him bite me, don't let him bite me...... ooh.... don't let him bite me." She said it all screatchy and shrill like when people want me to get a stick or get a bone. The closer she got the faster she said it, so I was going to go up and play with her, but hten Joe held me down. Then she got all weird and scurried away. That game was pretty bad.
Earlier this week Joe and I were crossing Pennsylvania Avenue, and near as I can tell this other woman was crossing and wanted to play a game. Joe made me sit to the side as she walked by. She walked really funny. She was huge. She said "oooh.... don't let him bite me, don't let him bite me...... ooh.... don't let him bite me." She said it all screatchy and shrill like when people want me to get a stick or get a bone. The closer she got the faster she said it, so I was going to go up and play with her, but hten Joe held me down. Then she got all weird and scurried away. That game was pretty bad.
