Friday, July 23, 2010

The Grass is Always Greener

          Green, green - It's green they say               
          On the far side of the Hill.
          Green, green - I'm goin' away
          Where the grass is greener still

I love grass. It is cool. It is soft. It is green. It is good smelly.

Yes, I admit it. I am a grassaholic.
This was true even when I was a widdle 'un. My mommy would take me outside to do my bid-ness and I would immediately run to the grass for a chew or two. My obsession has become so bad that at one point I would forget to do my bid-ness and then would have an accident in the house. This, as we all know, is unacceptable.

So I have entered a 12 Step Program to wean me off of my        
addiction to grass chawing.
  1. I admit that I am powerless over the allure of grass
  2. Listen to Mommy
  3. I am going to use grass only for what it is intended
  4. Uh . . . I uh . . .
Oh forget it and bring me another hank o' grass to chaw lil' darlin.'    


Sequoia & Petunia said...

Noodles I luvs me some grass too! Mom doesn't understands that grass is for rolling ins, eatings and maybe business. Enjoys the grass noodles! SOmeday you may end up almost toofless like Tuni and not ables to snack on grass on your own.


Lilo, The Great Rock Eater said...

At least the grass will pass Noodles!! There are worse things you could eat!! Just ask my momma!! (The blog name says it all!!)