Old Yeller's Picnic
This is our family "dog," Old Yeller. Some pedants like to point out that it's a cat, not a dog. To this I reply: wrong on both counts! It's an accent table we found by the dumpster. Or maybe it's a small bench. I'm not sure. At any rate, it's an inanimate piece of decorative furniture, and you have to be slightly insane to pretend it's alive. You'd be amazed how many people are that insane, yet refuse to take the extra step and humor me with the dog bit. I don't want a cat; I'm allergic.
Under the cut, you will find two photos of Old Yeller taking some of our other fabulous alley finds on a picnic. Would a cat consent to carry a cobwebby doll torso, a maniacal elf, and a demented bunny while being trailed by an apprehensive Santa Claus? I don't think so.
Pictures by katastrophy23
Under the cut, you will find two photos of Old Yeller taking some of our other fabulous alley finds on a picnic. Would a cat consent to carry a cobwebby doll torso, a maniacal elf, and a demented bunny while being trailed by an apprehensive Santa Claus? I don't think so.
Pictures by katastrophy23