Hanky Code

So I wake up bleary-eyed at the asscrack of 9:30am on the Sabbath, and I realize I haven’t fed the Nub Bros (tailless Poodle & Gustav) breakfast. I whip around to verify I hadn’t let boy out in a sleepy stupor, and stumble upon him and a hanky. And I’m all, What the poop? Because he would have had to take the kerchief off my drum and carry it all the way over to his bed eleventy-feet away. And then curl up around it.

So I go with it and bend down and lovingly fasten the handkerchief ‘round his handsome neck and I tell you what. He almost melted with delight that I put the hanky on him. He was the happiest gentleman on the Earth. All day he was so proud. It was the cutest thing I ever saw.

I’ve got to get him a bow-tie.