Dear Gus,
You know I love rubbing your belly. And you know I love rubbing She-Devil's belly, too, and the Dude's belly when he seems game. I think I've demonstrated, through my words and actions, that I love rubbing ferret bellies. It's one of my favorite things to do, ferret-wise.
But Gus, I can't stress this enough: When I'm rubbing She-Devil's belly and you start sniffing her ass, the whole dynamic changes from a little fun with my pets to some sort of human/ferret/ferret threesome that I AM TOTALLY NOT DOWN WITH.
Seriously, man. You're freaking me out. When I'm rubbin' bellies, keep your nose to yourself. I hate to have to call you out in public like this, but I've told you TIME AND TIME AGAIN, and maybe this is the only way I can get you to understand. This is NOT acceptable. I like you, but NOT THAT WAY.
Are we clear?
Yours,
Rob
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
An Open Letter to My Ferret, Gus
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Does your mother read this blog?
I hope not!
She does, but
a) I decided long ago I wouldn't let that constrain me. Gotta do this for me, not her. (See the next post; not one she'll dig, I'm sure.)
b) I think my mom would agree with me that human/animal threesomes are wrong. I sure *hope* she'd agree.
Those boundaries are there as well. They can be seen from space.
Am still laughing.
Called Andrew in to read. He's still laughing.
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