Dearest Peasants,
Horatio here. Over the past few months, I’ve garnered a few fans. Not that I blame you. I’m cute, for one. Look at the ears. And the eyes. I make funny noises. I do quirky things. I get in trouble and get away with it on looks. I’m like James Dean, but without the whole death thing. (Death kind of harshes my mellow.)
Well, fans, now you can contact me. That’s right, I have my own email address. It took threats of pooping on the floor and world domination, but mom finally caved:
horatio@whatlizsaid.com
This is a call for you to find out more about yours truly. Ask your questions! No question is too bold for this tubby (but loveable) monster. On Tuesday or Wednesday, whenever I’m done rollin’ with my bitches, I will answer your questions.
For now I’m going to go watch mom go to the bathroom, and then bark at the wall for no discernable reason.
Bones,
Horatio
3 Comments
October 5, 2008 at 8:55 pm
Wow Horatio is getting famous. He’s a big dog too. Don’t let the fame go to his head, we don’t want a Britney moment.
October 7, 2008 at 3:58 am
I think I love Horatio.
October 17, 2008 at 7:32 pm
Hi Horatio,
This is a tough question because I’m terrified of the answer. My mistress found a lump on my breastbone. She’s threatening to take me to the vet for a checkup. Should I be afraid of the vet?
Your friend,
Mr. Scotty
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