Obsession [ob-sesh-on]
OK we’re all guilty of it at some stage... obsession that is! Take my website for example. Do you think Mamadog & Dadadog are a little obsessed? [pause] Right! like you really thought I was sitting here typing this about them...
Anyway, let me give you some examples how obsessed we all are;
Mamadog is forever telling me I’m obsessed with those two little things that hang between my back legs. Don’t know why... just because I like playing with them!
[muffled noises as I just check them out]
[ahem]
OK... then there’s Mamadog herself. That’s me up there on her phone. She’s obsessed with baking... to the point where Dadadog’s belly is nearly dragging on the ground! [no... not really] Comping... Dadadog... and of course me!
Speaking of me... now that I think about it, I suppose I do have a few other obsessions.
Lets see... there’s always my toy of the moment...
Dadadog’s ears...
Little people...
The TV...
Birds...
Smells...
Mamadog’s feet...
Mamadog...
Oh! and Mamadog.
Then there’s Dadadog.
He’s obsessed with Mamadog, the
computer doing things that
no one else understands... the garden... and me!
We do have a lot of likes in common. *grin*
Afternoon rests...
The lawn...
The car...
and the Mamadog!
Anyway... just had to
share a little of
our obsessions with you
all given that some are
less obvious than others!
Now it’s time for me to
get off the keyboard
and go find “Rufus” my
latest squeaky toy
pictured up there.
So... [waving paw] until next time... this is Byron.
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Sunday, 7 September 2008
