Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Enfant Terrible

Citizens of the Big Flat Place are constantly asking me if I have any keee-ids. When I say no, they often go the extra mile and say “Whaah?” (that’s “why,” for the uninitiated.) The real answer is way too long, but it has occurred to me that if Coyotebanjo and I had procreated, it’s altogether possible that some deadly mix of his super-articulate intellect and my Walter Mitty-level overactive imagination might have commingled with our mutual sarcastic sense of humor and tendency to befriend talking dogs.



Any more questions?

2 comments:

Kim said...

You mean there are some dogs who don't talk?

Whoa.

sunshine said...

my friend says, 'if i wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little feet, i'd put shoes on my cat.' although, i'd love see someone just try put shoes on caoltie; that'd be a show.