Friday, July 25, 2014

July 25, 2014

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

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.



  1. Oh Jack ... you're cute as a bug!! Mom makes me play that game too.
    Once again, this is proof that you are the perfect model for dog food and Cookies!

    Barks to You!

  2. we have a sock monster that lives in our house...he is always sneaking them outside

  3. Ut oh . . . were they ripe??? Too ripe or just right ripe?? Thanks for pawticipating!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

  4. Oh, 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.....

    Your friend,

  5. 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.

    Monty and Harlow