Money Hungry
This afternoon I had a Dr's appt and went to gather up my lip gloss, breath mints and the few dollars to stuff in my pocket before I left. I grab my lip gloss and breath mints and walk out of the bedroom. Opps, forgot the money. Go back in, look on the bedside table and its not there. Hmm, what did I do with it? Check the pockets in my coat and the pants I wore and nothing. So as I'm driving to the Dr's I think, shoot, it must have fallen out of my pocket sometime yesterday. This is not the first time I have lost money. The most memorable time was the twenty I found in the yard last spring. It was rather worse for wear. So I'm driving along and thinking about this and I remember I yelled at Garfunkel yesterday cause I heard something and knew he was doing something wrong in my bedroom. He came walking out of the bedroom and I didn't think anymore about it. Can you guess where this is going? Yep, gotta start checking poop for the 4-6 singles he ate. |
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| Now I could see it if you had dog treats in your pocket and they had smelled the bills up....but just money?? Darn! |
| Hank LOVES to eat cash. And I seem to love to leave it sitting around- My boyfriend says it doesn't matter, if he wasn't eating $$$, he'd be eating other things I'd have to spend money on to replace.... Hank is going through a naughty stage.  |
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