|
|
|
Recently my buddy Pitch LaRou (aka "The Beagle") came by for a visit when the guy who feeds him (Doug, or Dewey, or Dilbert, or something like that) took off on some kind of bike race thingy. I don't know what the deal is with those guys, all shaving their legs and wearing those tight shorts, patting each other on the rear end and all that stuff, I just don't see the appeal. Geez, he could have stayed home and snuggled me, it would have been a lot more fun. Anyway! I got to hang out with Pitch. Pitch is a dog, but he doesn't know that, so we'll keep that between us. As far as dogs go, he don't eat much, and he spends most of his time sleeping. Usually his schedule is get up, poop, rest, eat, after breakfast nap, stretch , yawn, short walk outside to mark his territory, back inside for a mid-morning nap, bark at nothing in particular, drink some water, rest up for the afternoon nap later, go for a walk, get some rest for a good night's sleep. My kinda guy. But Pitch kinda smells bad, and I really feel sorry for him... must be tough going through life smelling bad. I let Pitch have this page, and there's not many pictures of me, because, being a modest and humble bear, and because Pitch probably feels bad that he smells like a dog, I let him have all the glory of this one page. And besides that, I'm pretty sure if we'd have hung out too much he would have used me as a chew toy. If you get tired of looking at these pictures and want to get back to ME you can click here.
|
