Yep, the turds who hacked my email and flooded my blog stats with offensive referral spam. They stole my funny.
But I'm not gonna let them keep it.
In the 15 months that I've posted here, this is the first time I've ever sat in front of the keyboard this late at night with nothin' - not even a bad dog joke. And that's worse than lame. Honestly, I'd like nothing more right now than to curl up on the couch and bury my hands in corgi fur.
Like the fur on Dewi's ears.
That's Dewi on my lap.
Doesn't his ear look soft?
It feels soft, too. :)
Jon Farleigh's fur is also soft.
Especially those flaps behind his front legs. Oh my.
And the belly. Good heavens.
Okay, I'm off to the couch.
The dogs, my funny and I will return tomorrow. And the turds can go flush themselves.
In the meantime, why not go feel some fur of your own (but not your own - ew)? :)