My dog Chester was a Sock Gnome. You know the ones that live in your dryer and remove one sock. Not the pair. Just one. That was my dog. He was other things too. A kleptomaniac with a conscience, some freaky dude with a foot fetish and I suspect he was a cat once upon a time. He's brought a lot of little quirks with him into his present life.
But this is not about Chester. This is about me.
I decided that I was probably a carnivore.
My reasoning? I crave breads, but my body hates them.
After eating asparagus, I can smell it - if you know what I mean. I always figured that was how the carnivores tracked the sweet little herbivores. Hey, I'm okay with being a T-Rex or some other tooth gnashing creature.
This morning I saw an article about Brontomerus - aka Thunder Thighs.
Well, by golly, there you have it. That's what I had to have been long, long, ago.
Looks like I was having a bad day with the children.
"Don't make me kick your butt!"
Yep, kind of like that. ;)
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