Day 96 Wed Oct
16 Zoe Can’t Stop Talkin
Two Rabbits
Walk Into A Bar...
Bon
matin, as they say en francais. Or top a the mornin to ya as they say on the
isles.
Hey
I was just thinkin. People don’t really know any dog jokes. I thought I should
start documentin them since not too many other dogs had ipads.
So
here’s one for today.
Two
rabbits walk into a pub. (they’s brits) They hop up onto stools. Neither a them
can see over the bar on accounta they’s too short. So they hear the bartender
ask “what’ll it be?” The first rabbit says he’ll have a carrot juice, and the
other one says he’d like a bugs bunny straight up. The bartender’s all confused
by the order, and he peers over the bar to see who he’s dealin with here.
When
the rabbits see the huge dog’s canines glistening in the florescent light, they
hop right up to the ceiling, get all caught up in the fan, are flung out the
window and into the street. They was still twirlin like two little tornadoes
when they landed. And that’s how the song “they call the wind my rabbit”, got
writ
That’s
one joke we love to tell to other jack russels and also to scottie dogs.
Hey
speakin a rabbits I saw the headline in the times the other day “U.S. Accuses
Two Rabbits of Kidnappin Husbands for a Fee.” Did anybody know rabbits even had
husbands. They must have pretty dang good memories and or are of moremen
denomination. Them rabbits mate faster than you can shake a stick at em. So
exactly how they stop long enough to go the chapel and get hitched, is beyond
this pup.
Well
today me and d are puttin b on a plane and sendin her to seattle. We’s headed
for amarillo, its in texas and Mischa says we’re gonna comb the land from here
to florida, lookin ofr the best diners. We’re takin all the country roads, on
accounta the main roads is a fast food artery cloggin wasteland. That’s what
Mischa calls it. I call it hoover heaven. But I’m sure people eat hamburgers on
the back roads too.
Speakin
a artery cloggin, ole Mischa had a melt down yesterday over that guy who is
livin in her house. He wont call her and she got steamin up set. We thought she
was gonna get volcanic and start spout stuff outta the top a her head, cause
she kept holdin on to it real tight, and we all had to huddle around her and
tether her to the earth until she turned a more normal color.
She
called her friend ronnie to talk about it but old ronni was in the hospital
with a bum arm. That brought ole Mischa back to reality real quick. One thing
she does got is a big heart for anyone who is sufferin. Maybe she better figure
out how to have a big heart for her ownself when she’s upset. That’d bring her
back to earth easier.
Anyways gotta go, we’re gonna try to facetime
ole ronni before we put b on the plane. AND I smell breakfast cookin. Later
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