On the Peer

Yesterevening humom took me walking on the Peer. This is not the same Peer where she picked up the car, but a smaller Peer just down the road from our house. I think it may be the one where you Peer around the Corner. Anywooo, I had eaten some misc bones, cig butts, what humom calls "ick gross trash don't eat that" over the past couple of days and wasn't feeling too great. Amazing what hupeople leave lying all over the grounds of the Zoo and the park. Dead rats and birds I can understand, but all this other treasure is just plain wasteful. So I scarfed down some salty sand to settle the Mallie stomach and was looking forward to a nice treat from human Steve, who always has some in his pocket. Too late! When we ran into him, he was feeding some dumb birds, and the sight made me need to hurl. I began to drool, pulled back the lips in the "I need to hurl" smile, and started to heave. The Peer was well occupied by lots of tourists and locals, as always. Everyone backed up in a big circle and up came all my dinner, unchewed, as well as my souvenirs. Humom was embarrassed, but Steve cleaned up my production in a twinkle -- before I could sample it again -- and I had to go home without my treat. No fair!

--- Missy out