Some of my furiends have asked me why I keep calling my dear brother Stinky Barley. Well here's why:
- He was stinky, dirty and smelt like a sewer when mum rescued and brought him home. Yucks.
- He eats and drinks sloppily, making a mess everywhere. Yucks.
- He drools ALOT. Yucks.
That's not all. In fact I am often a 'victim' of his drool. See for yourself:
Actually he isn't stinky these days but somehow I just got very used to calling him stinky Barley since day one. You know first impression always counts right? It's the same as saying smart Cocoa, cutie Cocoa or handsome Cocoa etc, get it?
Mum: OH GIMME A BREAK!!
(But what he didn't know is that I don't really mind other dogs humping me because I would be too busy sniffing another dog's butt or the grass, or I just simply wouldn't care anyway.)
So as the famous song goes "He ain't heavy, he's my brother", my version would either be:
"He ain't stinky, he's my brother" or
"He IS heavy, he's my brother. But it's OK."
Now how does that sound?? *Sincere grin*