Guess who’s back?
Actually, compared to the one I saw before, this one is smaller. And not as fat – he eats very daintily, just little chunks of dog food, one piece at a time. I think that once was Mom. This is little Billy.
After my wife went to bed, I went and looked out on the deck again, and there little Billy was again. And he was staring patiently at my relatively giant 90 pound guard dog, who gently nudged him out of the way so she could eat her dog food. Jesus, I hope no one’s got it in mind to attack me in my sleep tonight, because they obviously won’t be dealt with unless they’re standing in the dog food bowl as they do it.