Or am I?
Tonight I took ChoosyPup, otherwise known as Moxie out for a typical walk.
First, I got ready to go out. I’m wearing my Supergirl pajama bottoms, but who’s going to see me? It’s DARK out! No matter that they’re four or five sizes too big due to recent weight loss. I just put my giant coat (too big, same reason) on over them and off I went into the snowy streets. If I put the hood up, no one can see my face anyway.
Now, I like to talk and sing to my dog while we walk. It’s just a little running private conversation the two of us have. So in a sing song voice, I said to her as we exited the front porch, “Oooooo…KAY, little stink hound, it’s TIME for a POO!”
I can’t really sing, but I like to make little songs up as I walk anyway and share them with Moxie. “What a LOVELY Spooooooot for a POOOOOOOO!” I sing to her.
Then I warned her about the chupacabra in my driveway. “Little Moxie, watch out for the BIG BAD driveway chupacabra!!! La la LAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
“They say it’s only a possum, but I know you are a fiece MOOOOONNNNSTER HUNTER and will kill the evil chupacabra!” la laaaaaaaaa!
I’m ready for American Idol, Moxie had her poo and we can all go inside where it’s warm.
“Hey, Hi neighbor! Didn’t see you there! Nice evening for a walk!”