This is a story about ageism. I would still be herding little bipeds, if I could see them. Also I would be rude to the cats at all times, not just when they rub their stupid bodies on my face. And, I would chase every raccoon's butt, not just howl because I smell them as they wash their Taco Bell combos and Big Macs in my water bowl. So what are you staring at? Haven't you ever seen a 15 year-old Corgi? Probably not. Well, I have a black American Express card and a driver. And I am sick and tired of dumb liberals asking if I take anything for my arthritis.
The boss and me are camping, and she has me barricaded in, so I cannot go jogging. All of us affluent somebodies go jogging. We do not walk around the mall 12,000 times a day. So what if it takes me 20 minutes to walk ten feet. I am busy!
Last night it was a pretty full moon. I knew there would be trouble with the wildlife. That includes several mutts who are nice guys and everything, but they do not know a whole lot. It is much better to call your stockbroker and holler. The moon does not pay dividends.
Anyway, I wanted to walk in the street. That is where the careless bipeds throw their Burger King bags. Burger King actually has the second-best Freedom Fries. McDonald's is first, but the best fries, period, are the chili cheese fries at Chicago Dogs. No body would throw them in the gutter. They are too excellent.
Anyway, I stood there arguing with you-know-who. She is such a control freak. And I cannot help it if she has blisters on her feet from walking because she got too fat. That is not my problem.
Chili cheese fries are good for arthritis. The government will not tell you that. That is why you need to read my blog.
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