Its official: Kipper is retarded. The other night, I dropped a raw brussel sprout on the floor and he snapped it up like a piece of cheese. This wasn’t an isolated brussel sprout incident either because later he gave me the sad dog eyes to beseech me for another sprout and then he ran into the kitchen and started sniffing the floor where he found the first one.
So maybe he isn’t retarded but just really weird.
He fits right in with the rest of us doesn’t he?
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