my dog has fleas.
no, this isnt the intro to a cheesy country song - its the facts. poor casey is a scratchaholic these days. i had to go buy a bunch of flea medicine and house fogger to get rid of the little bugs. i locked casey in the kitchen while the fogger settled into the rest of the house.
casey + the kitchen = a recipe for disaster.
he ate all of my bananas and opened my boxes of luna bars. kevin and i laughed and laughed imagining casey singing the chorus of gwen stephani's song b-a-n-a-n-a-s while wreaking his havoc.
No comments:
Post a Comment