Fractured Fryday Hairy Tails
I can't believe I actually touched....
I have nothing to say.
Actually, I don't think this might count as touching.
I think someone throwed them on my head
WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!
And then that same someone had the
audacity to take a picture of me
with the socks on my head.
And these were not NEW socks, mind you.
These were fresh feet socks.
And by fresh feet socks,
I mean socks that just came off of someone's feets.
Don't be surprised if you see these out in the backyard
if you come to visit!
That is if anything is left of them.
Oh Jack ... you're cute as a bug!! Mom makes me play that game too.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, this is proof that you are the perfect model for dog food and Cookies!
Barks to You!
we have a sock monster that lives in our house...he is always sneaking them outside
ReplyDeleteUt oh . . . were they ripe??? Too ripe or just right ripe?? Thanks for pawticipating!
ReplyDeleteYour Pals,
Murphy & Stanley
Oh Jack !
ReplyDeleteOh, my goodness, Jack - you look completely disenchanted (and rightfully so)!! I think you should learn to open the dresser drawers and steal every sock in the house, so this can never happen again. You can always blame it on the dryer.....
ReplyDeleteYour friend,
Nancy
Oh no Jack! Monty likes to sneak socks outside. On laundry day we do a sweep of the back yard, just to make sure we got them all.
ReplyDeleteMonty and Harlow