![]() ![]() I was down for the day, covered in hives. I caught it right in my mouth and it stung me. Once, I did succeed in catching one of the critters. I won’t lie: I’m not the best at this part, but I will chase any bug that buzzes by. My duties as Blobby include protecting the home from potential bugs that listen in on our conversations. I drool and whine and beg for her to let me have it or to eat the rest of it … just in case. But almost every meal, when I sit by her side, she takes the first bite. ![]() I let my Abby know that every day when I volunteer to be her food-taster - you know, in case of poison. I am an original, and anarchy is my calling. I’ll have to check the perimeter soon.Īnyways, my Abby’s accomplice, whose name was Roommate, started calling me Blobby, and that was a code name I could get behind. I haven’t been outside since five minutes ago I’m sure she’s up to no good. I wonder where that cat is now? Probably taunting me from behind the shed. My Abby screams at me not to hurt her, says she’s not worth me having blood on my paws. You should see me chase off that cat burglar that comes in our backyard. Would you say that Jodie Foster looks like a fish? No, I bet you wouldn’t, but I bet you could say I was the Jodie Foster to my Abby’s Hannibal Lecter - though between the two of us, I’m pretty sure I’m the one with the killer instincts. Do I look like a fish to you? In fact, I know I didn’t look like a fish then whenever my Abby would introduce me to someone or call her parents to update them on our operation, she’d say, “Oh, he’s just a Foster.” And we all know what a Foster is - code for a gorgeous being who shares the same level of gorgeousness as Jodie Foster.īlobby, always on the alert to protect Abby. When my Abby busted me out of there for a special, off-site seven-day Transport Foster Mission, she called me Blob Fish, sometimes just Fish. They told me it was a temporary name until I found my Forever Home. That’s a tricky number, if you ask me, so the wardens called me Blob Fish. I could really go for a Milkbone right now - or two or seven or 8,160. I’ll wait a few minutes to ask again maybe I can get a treat if I sit in front of the pantry door and whine just a bit. My Abby tells me I’ve already had my two meals today, but I could’ve sworn I only had one, or maybe none at all. I’m no good with keeping track of numbers. I wasn’t in prison, just a kennel, I’m told, but I did have an ID number that I could never keep straight. Nobody knows how many zaps it takes to get to the center of this sucker.I first met my Abby when I was behind bars.
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