Blame it on nature
Bam Bam, the Shim Sham man, likes to tear the screen on the porch to get out. You can open the door for him, or even open the doggie door for him, but this is a sneaky cat whose very nature won’t allow him to enter or exit in a proper manner.
The other day, I bathed Loca in the outside shower because she plunged into the bayou and was a smelly dog. She’s been smelling all nice and clean till this morning, when we met up with the mayor of the hood and his dog and took them into Cabrini’s lot and I watched Loca squirm around in mud puddle and sand and grass and lie there eating sticks when she wasn’t chest butting the other dog. I couldn’t look. She was smiling from ear to ear. It’s her nature to be smelly.
After a few days of gloom, I’ve decided to ignore the naysayers who think the world is going to hell in a handbasket and be happy and gay (literally)! Hey, why not? It’s my nature.
