Funny thing about cuddles. You never know when you're going to get them.
Cuteness will only get you so far in life, and you have to do the rest yourself. Which is why I make a habit of using my charm on any female who will give me the time of day.
I admit it. I am frivolous with my affection. I will rub against any female who looks like a promising conquest. I like to take my cuddles and leave. At the first available opportunity.
I am a dog, you know. Men get their primitive instincts from me.
My mommy has no idea what a hound dog I am with the ladies. She thinks I lay patiently on the bed waiting for her to come home every night and provide a little petting. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. And really, some people like to pet differently than others. I'm a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to cuddles, and I can tell you from experience that the best kind comes with the use of fingernails. The tummy, the tushie, behind the neck and ears…you get a woman who knows how to scratch and that back leg just starts a-thumpin' and its whooo doggie…
I have to be discreet, of course.
Can't let the whole neighborhood know I solicit cuddles on a regular basis. I have successfully managed to hide this for the better part of five years, but eventually the game will be up. My mommy will discover my guilty secret.
For the meantime though, I am safe. I will conduct my clandestine acts of congress without fear of detection. Speaking of which . . .
Cuddles, anyone?
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