A short story from my dad. Enjoy!
Housed and Fed, I’ve been hearing quite a bit about this blog, and it has me somewhat confused. From what I gather, it is expensive to both house and feed yourself, I personally haven’t really dealt with either of these issues, maybe I’m super fortunate or entitled, you be the judge. I live in a large cedar and log home, it’s well over 4,000 square feet and I have the run of the place. I confront anyone who dares enter the establishment, I get fed basically whenever I throw a fit and catered to at the drop of a hat. I have my servants pretty well trained, I would say. I’m not an expert in the matter, but I get what I want, let’s just put it that way. If someone shows up at the door, they get to deal with me first. Sometimes I’m pretty friendly, but other times, I get right up in a person’s personal space and even bite them.
So, long story short, I just don’t get all the blah, blah whinny whinny housed and fed stuff, I get what I want, when I want, I treat my servants as well as I feel like treating them, hell I have even laid claim to the center 70 percent of a king sized bed and its pretty much mine to do whatever I feel like doing in it. Oh, and as a little side note, I’m only 4 years old and a miniature Weiner Dog.
Mooser Boy
Later folks
Housed and Fed 