You are what you eat, Kirby, my bro.

I am SO laughing !!!!!!!

Kirby, Freckles didn't mean that....she doesn't have a mean bone in her body. You are NOT poop, you just like poop....everyone knows that. Don't get your bunny butt in a twist. Geez, some doggies are so touchy!

Kirby,your fecal fixation is legendary. Maybe it's time to branch out in the delectable delights department???

Nope. She said it. 'Nuff said.

I'm not going to start arguing with you about this like an old married couple. Cuz we're not. Unless...of course...you like older uh, big boned gals. **blink blink** (it's the one-eyed thing)

Ugh! Get a room would you! Freckles, nobody wants to be with a flabby dog who smells like dads old gym socks. I guess it's better than smelling like poop...oh wait...

Kirby i'm SO late mom had to read it 2 to get what she means lol!!!

As a matter of fact.....I DO happen to like "big boned" girls. I'm a single big-boned guy ya know. *wink* If you do smell like poop, that's ok with me...

SO what DID you mean by that statement? Did you MEAN to call me dog poop? Oh. Ok, I just went and read your comment on Nelson's post. Wow. You meant it in the nicest poopiest way?? *sniff* that's very sweet *sniff*. I'm sorry I took you wrong, Frecklie Poo. How 'bout a date?

Sugar and I don't act this way....this is embarrassing.

Neither do Sasha & I....good grief. Kirby, you are so sensitive! Mommy is laughing at you (and Freckles).

Kirbs, I just want to give you a quick warning. Dad can be sorta protective of us kids, but I think I know how you can get on his good side. He has to mow the lawn this week and if you could come over to "prep" the backyard, I'll bet you'll get his blessing.

WHY are you laughing at ME? I'm the one that's been violated. Or so I thought. I am a very sensitive guy. I'm a real man.

Send me directions, Maggie. I'm there. I can't drive, my legs don't reach but I'll bet I could ride my sister's bike... oh..ya...never mind. Well, I'll be there, darn it.

Hey Kirby, ETB and I can drop you off when we have to rescue "FreckliePoo" and Maggie from their costumes. It can be a twofer-yard clean up and Super Friends rescue!!

I don't know Kirby...I'm okay with dinner, walking in the moonlight, holding hands and giggling at the wiener dogs. But I might have to resist the kiss at the end of the night. I'm not sure about the poop breath. Besides, dad said good girls don't kiss on the first date.

Uh, it's a grammar problem, kids. Freckles meant that she doesn't prefer poop, like you prefer poop. We could probably have world peace if grammatical errors were not made and misinterpreted. Glad you 2 have worked out your differences and have found true love.

I was just writing from the heart. And my heart knows no rules...or grammar, apparently.

As was I. Reading/feeling from my heart. Grammar schmammer. Freclkie....can I call you that? I won't kiss you on the first date. I won't even pant on you. Could I sniff you? Maybe?

Just a courtesy sniff, Kirby! Ladies don't sniff and tell, ya know.

Wow, I missed a lot yesterday. I'll have to make sure I never miss IndyPaws for even one day again..........

I'm with Duece, it's amazing what you can miss in a day or two. Guess I will have to convince dad to let us log on when mom's at work....