U.G.O.'s
Momma just about bust a gut laughing when she read this Sunday's Get Fuzzy.When I asked her what was so funny she showed it to me and to be honest, I'm not sure I see the humor. O.K., O.K., I have to admit that I too have sometimes had to "get to the line and call and edible," but why is that funny? Haven't we all eaten our fair share of "unidentified ground objects?" If I may wax philisophical for a moment, I think that Satchel Pooch is doing all he can to be the best doggie he can be, and as far as I'm concerned that's nothing to laugh at! I do realize that Satchel is a few milkbones short of a full box, but he's still a good boy. Momma says if she had a dollar for every time she's had to reach into my mouth in the last nine years and pull out a U.G.O. I'd be swimming in toys and treats! (If I go find a U.G.O. will somebody please send Momma a dollar, 'cause I need a new chewie, thanks!) I try really hard not to let Momma know I've been eating U.G.O.'s, but sometimes it's hard 'cause like Satchel I get all bubbly in my bowely and as hard as I try not to my tummy gets all rumbly and I start making stinkies which is a dead give away that I've been to a U.G.O. banquet!
I guess in the end Get Fuzzy was kind of cute, but instead of Tums Satchel should have done what I always do...get Momma to massage my belly.
Oops, gotta run, I'm not sure what it is, but there's something on the floor and it looks like an edible!
Bye for now,
Roo








