Do you think it's a raccoon? I was thinking maybe squirrel. Either way, it's gotta be a pretty weird looking creature, 1/2 human, 1/2 squirrel/raccoon.
Picture this scenario: Human decides to brave the delightful dusting of snow and to run out barefoot to scoop up the morning paper... Wooo! It's cold, but exhilarating!!! Then in the midst of this delightful sprint, our barefoot reveler comes face to face with... a RACCOON, or a SQUIRREL, or worse... a RACQUIRREL... or worser a SQUIRCOON!!!!!!!! The horror... the horror...
I think it was Gregg's foot. If Ray would quit eating his running shoes, Gregg wouldn't have to run through the neighborhood in bare feet. It also could be big foot from Oregon. He finally made it to Virginia.
hahahahahaha. Ray doesn't eat running shoes (too stinky?) he prefers shoes with tassels. And I'm pretty sure Gregg's foot is much bigger than Bigfoot's...
My name is Ray the Blind Dog. I'm a Redtick Coonhound that was born blind in July 2008. I'm named after my blind counterpart Ray Charles. I joined a family of 2 cats and 2 humans in June of 2009. I want to show everyone how well I get along in this world and let my friends know how I'm doing. Please feel free to add remarks or share your experiences in the comment box. We all want to know what you think.
Are you talking about the human or the racoon? At least I think that's a racoon;)
ReplyDeleteDo you think it's a raccoon? I was thinking maybe squirrel. Either way, it's gotta be a pretty weird looking creature, 1/2 human, 1/2 squirrel/raccoon.
ReplyDeleteYou might be right..whatever it is I want to see how it gets around with four paws and one foot!
ReplyDeletePicture this scenario: Human decides to brave the delightful dusting of snow and to run out barefoot to scoop up the morning paper... Wooo! It's cold, but exhilarating!!! Then in the midst of this delightful sprint, our barefoot reveler comes face to face with... a RACCOON, or a SQUIRREL, or worse... a RACQUIRREL... or worser a SQUIRCOON!!!!!!!! The horror... the horror...
ReplyDeleteOr how 'bout a racsquirrlman scampering around the woods. Or maybe a squircooman.
ReplyDeleteSquircooman... *shuddering* Now I'm scared... I may never leave the house again.
ReplyDeleteActually, sounds kind of like a new spice. Cumin with just a hint of squirrel
ReplyDeleteMmmmmmmmmmm, hint of squirrel. The ultimate "secret" ingredient!
ReplyDeleteCan make things a tad fuzzy tasting but mostly it's just nutty...
ReplyDeleteI think it was Gregg's foot. If Ray would quit eating his running shoes, Gregg wouldn't have to run through the neighborhood in bare feet. It also could be big foot from Oregon. He finally made it to Virginia.
ReplyDeletehahahahahaha.
ReplyDeleteRay doesn't eat running shoes (too stinky?) he prefers shoes with tassels.
And I'm pretty sure Gregg's foot is much bigger than Bigfoot's...
rasquirlman?? squircoonman?? No wonder Roxy wouldn't go outside yesterday. It must only come out with the snow 'cause Roxy was fine this morning.
ReplyDeleteheehee(snort)
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