Hello, all. Oscar here: contributor to Crotch Rocket Sports, and slowly becoming a die hard blogger. I kind of like this stuff and I know it makes all of the cats next door jealous and I just cannot get enough of letting you all know about me.
As you may have seen in my last post, I was kind of just kicking it in the sun yesterday afternoon. I was feeling a bit hungry as usual. Funny I know because I may weigh like 3 pounds dripping wet, but I can knock back some food better than a hippo at a Golden Corral (are those still a thing? I digress). So as I am hungry, guess what my asshole family decided to have for dinner? Yep, you guessed it. It’s this thing called Hibachi. I don’t get it and doesn’t sound english nor dog language to me, but it smells uhhhmaazing!
Alas, they would give me none. I snapped a picture of this thing they call hibachi.
After that, I decided to eat my lame ass “dog food” and head up to bed. You can see the selfie of me just minding my own business and catching up on the Real Housewives of New Jersey. On a side note, how much of a bitch is that Danielle chica? I can use that word cause I’ve dated a few of them….literally. Oh well, Saturday is a new day and maybe someone will be clumsy enough to drop some crumbs or dumb enough to leave food within reach where my little athletic body can get to.
