He has a taste for the metallic. Beth caught him gnawing on the ID tag, but the rabies tag was nowhere to be found. And I know how that story ends. A text message sent to Aunt Emily and an episode of forced regurgitation. It's his own fault. He should know better than to get distracted (and hungered) by shiny objects.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Identity crisis
Well, I'm without an ID tag now. And a rabies tag. And I bet you can guess who's to blame. Yep, Mr. Amos Beaglesworth. 
He has a taste for the metallic. Beth caught him gnawing on the ID tag, but the rabies tag was nowhere to be found. And I know how that story ends. A text message sent to Aunt Emily and an episode of forced regurgitation. It's his own fault. He should know better than to get distracted (and hungered) by shiny objects.
He has a taste for the metallic. Beth caught him gnawing on the ID tag, but the rabies tag was nowhere to be found. And I know how that story ends. A text message sent to Aunt Emily and an episode of forced regurgitation. It's his own fault. He should know better than to get distracted (and hungered) by shiny objects.
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