
It's when the impossible becomes possible that I take notice. For example, who would have thought we'd be able to carry around thousands of albums worth of music in a tiny device? Or that Michael Jackson would have the balls to mount a comeback tour? And yet, here we are. Another milestone was made when we were finally able to walk our goldfish. No longer a medium for dog owners and crazy-cat women, walking your fish is entirely possible with
this device.
That's quite a good walking fish device. I wish I had one of those back in the 80's when I had Goldie and Golder-than-Goldie, a couple of gold fish.
Every time I wanted to walk them, I'd put them on a plastic bag with some water, a little food and their toys.
My real problem is when I have to take my skunk for a walk.
At first the vision of me and my little pet made everyone cross the street to avoid contact, what made little Billy very sad. He felt the society was against him.
Then I tried dying his white stripes in black, so he could be mistaken for a strange dog breed or a yet more strange cat breed, depending on the eye of the beholder.
We were going unnoticed by the people on the street, until the moment an old lady started petting Billy. When Billy thought she was squeezing a lot more than he could deal with, he started hissing, scratched all her face and sprayed his "essence" on her--by the way, it smells better than the cologne she was wearing, which I think is called "King Tut's Original Scent".
And now I can't walk Billy again until I find a way to keep him calm and avoid the cologne excretion...
And by the way... happy birthday Mr. Carvalho.
Thank you, Echo!
Wish I could throw a barbecue for all you guys at YBNBY (writers and commenters) come and party with me...
Why, God,why??