Hello odorless, non-edible television device that mesmerizes humans. Today I got some very upsetting news AND I AM MAD! The Christies are sending me to Russia to live with President Vladimir Putin's tiger. PETA, if you're out there, IS THIS LEGAL?!
I think it's time for me to lawyer up. I hate snow. This is $#%!
Early the Next Morning...
Well, Obviously no one in cyberspace loves me. This is a dog-eat-dog world, so I have to take care of my own tail. My overnight bag is packed. In it I put Alpha Dog's cell phone, my police badge, one pair of dress socks, a battered blue bunny, Big Brother's lunch box, all the boxes of tasty human snacks that I could reach in the cupboard, and dirty purple panties. I even was able to print my fake passport from South America. (Thank you Massimo Thug, the ID dog). I'm ready to drink some Vodka with a tiger and his pack of Putins. I have to catch a plane to Russia now. Wish me luck, odorless, non-edible television device that mesmerizes humans. The Christies will be sorry I'm gone.
-Hell Hound
4 comments:
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Serves you right, HELL HOUND!! I hope they serve you up with some Chicken Kiev. It won't be long now until we meet again, Sister!
Don't send him away to Russia! He'll never survive. He's just a little guy.
I can't believe someone in cyberspace loves Hell Hound. Doesn't she look so cute? Trust me, Catherinette, spend one day with this dog and you'll be wishing you had a shotgun.
I concur and I brought Hell Hound home.
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