Wait for it...
Do you hear that? That's the wind blowing between my rather large ears. I don't know what the heck they're talking about. South what? I mean, sure, occasionally I'll stand all angled and stuff and one of my paws might be more southerly placed than the others. But, that doesn't mean I'm not a southpaw. Right?
Oh. Pearl said it's whether I'm left pawed or not. Well, why didn't they just say that? I mean, come on! Southpaw? Left pawed? Just say what you mean. Geesh! Why do they have to be all confusing and stuff?
Well, here's an article on it. Pearl made me research it. Blech. I hate research. Research is for the dogs. Oh wait. Never mind.
Anyhoo, Abe mentioned something about me "always turning to the right" when I go out to fetch something and come back. Then, he was like, "Oh look! He chews a cookie on the right side of his mouth." Then there's the "Gimme paw," and I give him my right paw. Like, what's up with this right-sided stuff?
I don't know. BTW, it's still fall.
|And I'm off!|