So – I’m minding my own business, out in the grass this morning, planning to do some ‘business’ when I’m ambushed by a wiley invisible adversary. I never know when it will strike, but it is very stealthy. It gets me at least once a week. I have no idea why it picks on me…
First, I hear a kind of whine, like a balloon expelling air. Then, there’s kind of a wheeze…
Then I am overwhelmed with the power & magnitude of its spritzing misty omnipotence.
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On the other hand, I’m pretty dewy with nourishing moisture all over the tips of my fur & I feel cool & comfy.
In fact, it is so wonderful, I just want to share it with my Dad. He is still in bed. I just know he’ll love it.
Frankly, it’s not so bad after all. In fact, I highly recommend it. Keeping cool has never been so effortless.
