Spent the last two nights chasin night critters (the Mom call em flyin squirrels).
Tonight I caught me a big frog!
But I spit it out real quick! On a counta it boaf feel real funny if my mouf... and there was the Mom screamin "LUKE NO"!!!
I don't hear those words often so know when hear them... abide (if I at all Lukely possible)!
Pee-Ess and/or pro-log or follow-up or however you wanna say...
You prolly wonderin how I fare in the cone while the Mom at the factory today. Well... she shocked to come home and find me still in cone wif the tail what is wet from the chewin...
And for the record, I told the Bleu (who was in cone hisself) and I quote exactly...
"The Bleu, please don't chew my tail especially little more on the left please little more o yeah right there just sayin... on a counta you know the Mom will not be pleased and you will be in big trouble."
And so if anybody in the trouble... it should be the Bleu on a counta he so warned.