No. Not what’s “in” the fridge…but only cause I couldn’t open it, unlike Luna the Vizsla, who’s peoples actually taught her how. Wish my peoples would teach me that. In fact, ever since I saw Luna do that trick, I’ve been trying to figure it out for myself, and while I was staring at the fridge contemplating it the other day, I noticed this mess:
Do you think my peoples like fridge magnets? Well you’d be wrong. It’s actually only The One Called Donna who likes them. The One Named Nick could care less.
But I since I
couldn’t get the fridge open had nothing better to do, I decided to take a closer look, and I realized something. The One Called Donna is really lazy. Take this for example:
Did you know she got that as a Christmas gift LAST year? It’s um, what, October already, and she hasn’t even put it on her car. You want to know why? She says she has to “wash it” first. Not the sticker – the car. Yup, she hasn’t gotten her car washed in over a year. How lazy is that?
Bet you know the problem with this too (besides the fact that it’s not a “Lab” magnet):
Yup – it belongs on her car too. Same excuse. “Not washed.” The One Called Donna bought it when the peoples and the other two dogs ALL went to Florida last February, but abandoned me at our friend Bev’s house.
I thought they were just sending me on vacation to get away from Leah and Meadow for a while, but now that I have access to the blog, I found out THE TRUTH.
And speaking of Bev, THIS is the biggest proof of my peoples’ laziness I’ve yet to find:
THAT, my friends, is a picture frame, given as a gift to my peoples for checking in on Bev’s Golden Girls, Maureen and Orlagh, while Bev was in Florida. (What’s with you peoples going to Florida and leaving us behind anyway?)
But do you notice the dog in the picture? Look closely. Yup. That’s NOT me. Who is it you ask? Well, that’s the best part. The One Called Donna was too lazy to print a photo of any of us, so she cut a photo of a dog out of a catalog.
I. Kid. You. Not.
At least it’s a Lab, I guess. But talk about lazy. Okay, so now that I’ve one hundred percent proven her laziness to you, let’s see what else I found on the fridge…
Well, alright, that’s probably a good thing to have on the fridge, especially with a Lab in the house…
But this one here’s even more important:
That’s where the peoples get my Real Meat treats. Yum.
But what’s this?
What is it with my peoples and beer? They probably won’t go anyway – The One Called Donna has her excuses all lined up already (it’s too far, too much monies, who will drive?) but I think it’s just cause she’s L.A.Z.Y.
It doesn’t really matter though, because that’s got nothing to do with dogs…
And neither does this:
A Garlic Festival? Who cares about garlic? (Unless it’s on a Pizza). Oh, and look at the date. Come on peoples, let’s get rid of some clutter.
Hmmmm….was there anything else to see?
Oh, that’s right….there’s THIS insulting postcard:
Do you know who sent it? One of my old trainers, that’s who. I brought my peoples to her to get them help, and this is the thanks I get? An insulting postcard in the mail? Hey Ritsa, who gave who a Canine Good Citizen certificate anyway? I bet you don’t have one on your wall.
And that’s about it that’s “ON” the fridge. Next time, if I ever figure out how to get the door open like Luna, we’ll have a look inside…