Sorry, all you two-legged readers of blogs, but The Hook has been pretty busy trying to convince hordes of travelers to give him coins/bills which he can exchange for life’s necessities.
Like Milk Bones and high-end dog food that doesn’t taste like something that a jockey rode for ten years.
Being the heroic puppy that I am, I graciously offered to write today’s post.
Unfortunately, I don’t have opposable thumbs and so it’s taken me five hours to get this far. Fun fact: I get ridiculously-cranky if I don’t get my eighteen hours of sleep… so I’m out.
The Hook will eventually see you in the lobby… humans.
Can you order bacon-wrapped cats on Amazon?