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Monday, June 20, 2005

Oh dear.

My animals are so gay.

Not that there's anything wrong with being gay... afterall, I love my gay animals... but you should at least stick with your own species. Agreed?

Yesterday, to my horror, I found the bulldog giving it to the Siamese really good...

Only thing was, Ozzy was trying to stick it into Q's ribcage...

I know Ozzy isn't the brightest bulb in the bunch. Earl says he's got the I.Q. of a 2x4. And bulldogs are very stubborn creatures, so he was really trying to get it to go into those ribs. Somehow.

And as Siamese go, no one can tell them to do anything they dont want to do, so the fact that Q was laying there like a little bitch with his ass stuck way up in the air only confirmed that he was ooohh so accepting and quite fine with the whole thing.

It was that ass in the air that made my eyes start to bleed.

Ohhh, my little baby Q is all grow'd up.

What ever happened to good old dog on dog? I mean, I know my dogs are gay. There's always a whole lotta humping going on between those two. I don't totally understand it... They're both males... But I chalk it up to a dominance thing, knock 'em off each other, and go on with my day. God forbid they ever meet Fullofit's gay Pete. That'd be one big gay dog orgy.

But dog on cat?

I'm sure there's a fetish out there somewhere.