Bull in a Basket
I'm sure you have all heard about the old saying: "He was like a Bull in a China Shop". Even I, who sometimes have trouble with trying to figure out what someone really means, knows about that one. Bob is like a Bull in a China Shop on a regular basis. Pit Bull in a China Shop to be exact.
But now, we have a new friend. His name is Smurf and he has written to me about my Blog, and so, we have become friends. Here is his picture:
Smurf is a Bull in a Basket. He has totally bypassed the China Shop. Have you ever seen a more uncomfortable position for trying to sleep? Poor Smurf. His Mom needs to buy him a bigger bed. Bob and I will be most happy to send her a list of nice places to shop.
Smurf is, as you can see, a PitBull just like our Bob. The difference however is that Bob is a delicate flower compared to Smurf. Smurf has muscles on his muscles. I like that in a dog.
Smurf is a very nice writer, too. This is what he sent me:
"Dear Miss Princess Daisy,
My Mom is typing this for me, as I don't have opposable thumbs, and my paw is too big for the keyboard anyway. I tried just slapping it like I do everything else, but the words came out like this:
KHJAKDHFJNUHOlwasjnNDJHAuerhrnmn amdfkhadfknamsdf UJHKN
My Mom tells me those aren't really words, but what do I know, I just learned to read after all. They SOUND good when you say them!
Anyway, I saw your very kind response to me on your blog, and I wanted to email you a photo of myself, so you can see that I really am a handsome boy, and quite qualified to be in your company.
Cuddles and licks, SMURF"
Obviously he isn't quite as articulate as I am, but when you look this good, you don't necessarily have to be a member of Mensa. Take Bob, for example. He is about as dumb as they come, but he looks good doing it.
I have made a whole new category for our Blogging Business. Our Friends. So please send me photo graphs of yourself and short letters and we will collect you.
Love from Bob and The Princess (and Smurf)
But now, we have a new friend. His name is Smurf and he has written to me about my Blog, and so, we have become friends. Here is his picture:
Smurf is a Bull in a Basket. He has totally bypassed the China Shop. Have you ever seen a more uncomfortable position for trying to sleep? Poor Smurf. His Mom needs to buy him a bigger bed. Bob and I will be most happy to send her a list of nice places to shop.
Smurf is, as you can see, a PitBull just like our Bob. The difference however is that Bob is a delicate flower compared to Smurf. Smurf has muscles on his muscles. I like that in a dog.
Smurf is a very nice writer, too. This is what he sent me:
"Dear Miss Princess Daisy,
My Mom is typing this for me, as I don't have opposable thumbs, and my paw is too big for the keyboard anyway. I tried just slapping it like I do everything else, but the words came out like this:
KHJAKDHFJNUHOlwasjnNDJHAuerhrnmn amdfkhadfknamsdf UJHKN
My Mom tells me those aren't really words, but what do I know, I just learned to read after all. They SOUND good when you say them!
Anyway, I saw your very kind response to me on your blog, and I wanted to email you a photo of myself, so you can see that I really am a handsome boy, and quite qualified to be in your company.
Cuddles and licks, SMURF"
Obviously he isn't quite as articulate as I am, but when you look this good, you don't necessarily have to be a member of Mensa. Take Bob, for example. He is about as dumb as they come, but he looks good doing it.
I have made a whole new category for our Blogging Business. Our Friends. So please send me photo graphs of yourself and short letters and we will collect you.
Love from Bob and The Princess (and Smurf)
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