Moxie has a problem. Until about a month ago, Moxie and family were living happily in a kind of premarital bliss. And then He told Her that He didn't love Her and She had to move out. And so did Moxie. And everything pretty much sucked after that with the holidays coming up and all and not a lot of love in the air to go around for little dogs.
But the worst was yesterday, when She was reading match.com and discovered that He was looking for a soulmate in the personals. One who seemed to match Her description in every particular except the part about a nonsmoker.
Moxie has tried everything to get Her mind off it—chewing on rocks and wires, pooping on the floor, sneaking out into the hallway—but nothing seems to work. She just cries and smokes.
Why I can't stop: What other comfort is there in times of stress?
4 comments:
Well, duh. Quit smoking. I mean, is that too much to do if this is tear-jeaking serious?
I guess you guys have been drinking, too. Some people resort to that. You are seeing double, I assume. Unless Moxie is the only one with a mate.
well here we are again the same old view out at the river to jump or not to jump is the question always we come to this place with the mens always making us want to jump what's a dog to do except wait and see if there's any food in the bowl when evening comes around yep them mens are really a good reason to never stop smoking
Gonna jump down
Turn around
Take another lover.
Gonna jump down
Turn around
Find a man today.
Oh, lordy,
Find another lover!
Oh, lordy,
Find a man today.
Refrain:
Gonna get on my knees
Pray to overcome this.
Gonna get on my knees
Swear the mens away.
Oh Miss Prissy have you been hittn' that ole moonshine again.
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