the king is gone
Apparently, not only does the dog love to eat dryer sheets, ice, beef jerky, toilet paper, shoe laces, wood chips from underneath the shrubbery, and the crotches of our respective underwear, he also likes cat dookie.Dried up, week old, hard cat dookie that the litter sifter missed when last I cleaned it out.
Cristi caught him redhanded with a ring of cat litter around his mouth like chocolate milk and the aforementioned dookie haning out like a stubby cigar.
Since we didn't have a chance to take a picture at the time, here is an artist rendering of what it looked like:
(hint: the artist was me)
I'll finish this up with the lyrics to my current favorite George Jones song.
Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter that looks like Elvis
I soaked the label off a Flintstone Jelly Bean jar
I cleared us off a place on that one little table that you left us
and pulled me up a big ole piece of floor
I pulled the head off Elvis
filled Fred up to his pelvis
Yabba Dabba Doo
the King is gone and so are you
'Round about ten we all got to talking
'bout Graceland, Bedrock and such
The conversation finally turned to women
but they said they didn't get around too much
Elvis said, "Find 'em young"
and Fred said "Old Fashioned girls are fun"
Yabba Dabba Doo
the King is gone and so are you
Later on it finally hit me
that you wouldn't be 'a comin' home no more
'cause this time I know you won't forgive me
like all of them other times before
Then I broke Elvis's nose
pouring the last drop from his toes
Yabba Dabba Doo
the King is gone and so are you
Yabba Dabba Doo
the King is gone and so are you