As of today, I have a new effer in my life: meet The Bugman Effer. He is an old man, just like me. I kind of like him. I can tell a good man when I meet one. Still, in all, I can't let my guard down. For now, he is The Bugman Effer, and when he comes to spray our house with his hostile chemicals, I will bark my fool head off like he is the Orange Effer Himself!
Our kitchen was overrun with ants. The ants even got in my dog bowl, which is unacceptable. How am I supposed to keep my nutrition up? At this point in my life, I need all of the help I can get to stay in shape to fight off the Orange One.
I like to get treats when I go outside and come back in. I do my business, kick my back legs up, and run back into the house and head straight for the pantry cabinet. Now that the air is colder outside, I thought I had an excellent idea to get my treats without having to get cold. Stick my nose out the door, turn around, and head straight to the pantry. Great idea in my book! Not so much in Brad's. He hasn't fallen for it yet, but I am still working on him. He isn't as easy to train as he used to be.
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...glad you are still blogging, Howard...the keyboard can be tough for old paws, I realize (I have the same problem)...barking at bugman is just your doggie DNA kicking in, I am sure he understands....ants probably due to the rains...they like to head inside after it gets wet...ants have protein, just sayin'.....sleep tight, don't let the bugman bite
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