It’s Just Our Opinion………

I don’t like it when Mom sells garages!

Shakespeare, I’ve explained to you before.  Mom wasn’t selling garages, she was selling things at a garage sale.

I don’t care if she was selling things, garages, or even dogs.  I don’t like it!

Why are you so mad?

Did you notice how nice it was Saturday?  It was a gorgeous day and where were we?  WE WERE INSIDE!

Oh, that’s what’s bugging you.  Well, I didn’t like the fact that we had to stay inside but you know Mom doesn’t let us go outside if she isn’t home.

Well, she should only be gone during the week.  On weekends she’s supposed to stay here and let us play outside.

That’s a good point!

She can sell garages during the week.

Well, even though I don’t think she had a choice, I think I’m beginning to see your point.  We need to unite the rest of the fur people and tell the humans what we want.


Shakespeare, the humans aren’t going to understand you.  You have to tell them that they can’t be selling things at Garage Sales on the weekend.

Fine!  What Hemingway said!!

Human readers, it’s for your own good that you listen to the fur people.  We love your company and when you’re busy on weekends we don’t get to play and then we get cranky.

Trust us………you don’t want cranky fur people around.

Humans Just Confuse Me

Why is Mom getting another job?


I think she’s getting another job.  Have you been eating too much food and she can’t afford it with just one job?

What on earth are you talking about?

I heard Mom say that she’s selling garages this weekend.  I wonder if she’s selling the garage here and I wonder if Uncle Bob knows.

Shakespeare, you can twist things around so much.

Well, explain it to me then.

Mom said she’s putting stuff in a garage sale that a friend is having.

So her friend is selling garages?

Nobody is selling garages.  A garage sale is where humans put stuff for sale they no longer want or need.  They usually put low prices on things so they can get rid of stuff.  I think most of them sell things at garage sales so they will have room for more stuff.

Mom isn’t putting any of our toys in this garage sale thing, is she?

No.  She knows we still play with our toys.

Is that a sticker I see on your tail?

Oh no!!!  Get it off!  It must have attached itself to my tail when I was walking around on the bed where Mom has stuff spread out for pricing.

Maybe I should leave it on.  It says one dollar and I’m sure Mom could buy some treats for me with that dollar.

Shakespeare, be nice or I might put a fifty cent sticker on your tail.

Well, that sure isn’t nice.  I don’t want anything stuck on my tail so I’m sorry I said that.  Come over here and I’ll get that sticker off.

Thank you.

I wonder if I’ll ever really understand what humans are doing.

Probably not.  I don’t think they even understand!