Once I Rose Above the Ploys and Deception, Just to Get Glimpse of Hick's New Contraption

Once upon a time, Jan. 29, 2006, to be exact, we found two little furballs huddled behind the garage.

That was baby poor dumb Ann, and her even dumber brother Cubby, now deceased. We kept them in an old cathouse (not an actual house of ill repute chock full of ladies of the evening, but a wooden house build by Hick for our cats). As the puppies outgrew that house, Hick went to town to buy them one more their size. Except the Family Center only had two sizes of dog house. One for big dogs. And one for almost-as-big dogs.

The dog house came with a pillow. I know that only because Hick brought it in the house, and announced, "Look what I got for our bed. It came free with the dog house."

I looked at it. "It's for the dog."

"I'm not giving it to those pups to tear up! We'll put it in our bed."

I told Hick he was not putting it in our bed. Sure, it LOOKED nice, with its thin flannel plaid covering. But it was full of cedar shavings. Hick acted offended.

"Well I don't know why not! It's just a pillow." He read the tag. Which he shortly ripped off the pillow. "Recommended for pet use only. Huh! We'll give it to Grizzly before I give it to those pups!"

Yeah. Val almost laid her weary head to rest on a DOG PILLOW.

Courtesy of Hick.