Ahem.....is this thing on?....<clearin' my throat an' gettin' my prepared public statement ready that mom's makin' me do, I dunno why, it should be obvious....but she's givn' me that "just do it" loo. So, here goes...>
To whom it may concern or interest, mom did NOT wet her pants. I wiped my beard on 'em after gettin' a drink from her sink.
Thank you...an' I hope this claifies everythin'.
<gettin' down from thepodium..mutterin'? I don't see what the big deal is. It's not like I wear a shirt an' can wipe my beard off on my sleeve. She was there an'...well, can I help it if her crotch is nose/beard level an' those pants show every single lil' damp spot? They'll dry an' it was clean water. Geez...she oughta' wear it proudly like a badge...kinda like a love sign. :)
I'm all Airedale! What else do you need to know? They say I'm the King of Terriers, but mom says I'm more likely the King of Jesters. Regal? Maybe someday, right now, I'm havin' too much fun!
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