Thursday, June 14, 2007
I wish my sense of smell was as keen as a canine's. Then I could tell which one of my three mangy mutts pissed in my bathroom last night. And my two innocent dogs wouldn't be standing at my feet thinking, "hey shit-for-brains, can't you tell the difference? That ain't me! It's as obvious as the difference between golden smacks and beef barley!" and basically wondering why the fuck I'm such a dumbass for yelling at them.