I came out of the garage on Saturday evening, three bags of groceries on my arm, and was shocked to see Farmer H sitting in the chair on the side porch.
"I didn't know you were here! You can at least take these bags in for me."
"I'm just drying off. Your dog has been going crazy running around looking for you."
Farmer H got up and took the bags towards the kitchen. He was wearing his Spongebob Squarepants boxers, which he uses for swimming. He got POOLIO ready this week, and had apparently taken his first dip.
"She's not looking for me! She's looking for Jack. She won't come get her treat until Jack is there."
In fact, Pupsie ran up the steps as I was trying to climb them.
"Look at you! Your feet are all wet."
"MY feet? I've been in the pool!"
"I'm not talking to you! I know your feet are wet. I'm talking to Pupsie. Probably been splashing all the water out of the drinking bowl again."
Really. Why would I bother to tell Farmer H that his feet were wet? And surely he knows that Pupsie doesn't give an obese rat's patootie where I am. She is needy, and wants Jack for companionship.
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