So What Price Love Right?

Nothing in this life comes free. Theres no such thing as a free lunch. The buy one get one free deal always makes you pay, and the too good to be true offer, is always too good to actually be true. But what price do we pay for love people?

This friend of mine, lets call her Jayne, though why Im even friends with her is beyond me, but I digress. This friend of mine Jayne, has resisted love for the better part of her adult years. Why she does that is beyond me, but thats because I know too much. See I've also been a single parent and the resistance of anything and everything is what comes naturally to us single mummies. We resist what we see everyday. Ok, so I soft of plagirised *oooh someone should spell that one for me* Dr Hannibal there, in that we covet what we see everyday. Same with us single mummies, we covet, we want, we dream, we have the damn thing handed to us and yet we still resist what we covet, want, dream every single day.......but Im not one to blog about my friends predicaments, because Im the princess and Im far more important anyway.

Today I fed my second dog a corn cob. Nothing too out of the ordinary you say? Yeah, cept this dog inhales everything, doesnt chew anything and now Im faced with a problem. An entire corn cob has to exit this dog sometime in the next two days. You know that corn never breaks down through the digestive system right? So that corn cob is wanna gonna come out whole. And I hate to break it to anyone, but a dogs anus isnt that big. Im going to find one dog in severe amounts of grunting type pain in the next few days.......and the only way thats gonna fix itself is if that corn cob makes it out..........Lets think about that for a second. Dogs anus, this size (0), corn cob this size (O). This (O) does not go into this (0) no matter how hard you try. Im gonna have to get it out.

And so I have come full circle. What price love? I love my man who owns this dog. I fed the dog. Thus, It must also go that I love the dog. And loving someone, or soemthing, must include all the part of the someone or the something, which means if I love him, and I love his dog, then I must love his dogs anus. But the dogs anus is too damn small, cos no corn cob is gonna fit out that anus. And Im gonna have to go in after it.

And me, with my hand fair up a dogs ass, is about as proof of love as you can get......Id like to resist, but whats the point? Its gonna hurt if I dont, and its gonna hurt if I do.

Todays thought for this very second? Yeah Jayne.....even Im surprised that my second dogs anus has any sort of bearing on your love life, but alas, there it is. I can resist, but whats that gonna get me? A dog who's ass hurts. You can resist, but whats it gonna get you? Possibly not a dogs sore anus, but soemthing is gonna hurt........
EEEEwwwwww, say it with me. EEEEEwwww. Now IM just like Jayne. Im resisting.