Greyhound Humor: Incorrigible

I am in-cor-ri-gi-ble. Mama Karyn always say that to me.

Here’s the story.

You know I turned 12 on October 20 and I did not have a birthday party like I usually do.  Mama Karyn said she was busy with a big fundraising event and then there was the remodel and so my day came and went relatively unnoticed. I did get a beautiful collar from Greyt Escape and a peanut butter Kong but no real frivolity.

Mama Karyn said my party is coming.  I’m still waiting for my tiara and to fawned over by friends.

I am in-cor-ri-gi-ble because I still chew stuff. Yep, that’s my hobby. Some hounds like to dig holes or do agility but I excel at chewing stuff.

What have I chewed or destroyed lately?

• Poop bags but there was no poop in them
• Slippers
• Socks
• Lots of paper – Karyn has so much paper in her office that she’s not going to miss anything that I’ve chewed or so she is hoping. One day I swept everything off her desk including her clock. Why? Because I could.
• I take stuff out of wastebaskets and spread it around the house sort of like confetti on New Year’s Day.
• One day she left the pantry open and I ate these funky dog biscuits; they were stale. I ate them anyway.
• Sandee’s pantie liner – Karyn said that was too kinky and don’t talk about that in public.

She just bought these cool turquoise boots and I know she is going to be out-to-lunch in a hurry one day and then I’ll have my way with them.

Mama Karyn is so dumb sometimes. She comes home and obviously the place is a mess because I was busy messing it up and she says, “Did you do this?”  Duh.  Who does she think did it – the boogie man? I usually look her in the eye and wag my tail and walk away.

Other than being in-cor-ri-gi-ble, life is great here.

Love you, mean it

Ta Ta for now

Lily aka Drama Queen