Note: Ganda is our dog.
Beer… mmmm… What is this tasty liquid bipeds often refer to as “beer?”
I have to admit beer has a peculiar odor I find quite intriguing. I have been very interested in getting my tongue into one of these cold brown containers for quite some time. Although the oraface at the top of the container is quite small, on this night, I was able to get a taste of the amber nectar of the gods.
The bipeds were sitting on the soft thrones, in front of the moving picture and sound box. One of them got up and went to a different den, leaving their container unguarded, open for me to perform a covert investigation. That’s when I made my move.
I lunged at one of the brown containers to get a good sniff. The container felt very cold against my nose. Because of my over-zealousness I knocked the container over. Amber liquid gushed out the small opening; droplets sliding across the coffee table, finally spilling all over the rug. Sudsy golden bubbles permeated the rug. I had made quite a mess. The biped who was still on the cushy throne started laughing, and calling the other biped to return. I realized little time remained for my taste buds to be tantalized… I also needed to clean up my mess to avoid any repercussions to my heinous action. I licked up every single drop of “beer” from the rug. It was good. Very good. The bubbles tickled my nose. I discovered something on this night.
The bipeds have been holding out on me. I must beg for my share, from now on, whenever they produce these brown containers from the cold box.
On an unrelated note, I felt really tipsy that night. I’m not sure what caused it, but on occasion my head would spin, and I would find it hard to walk. I stumbled about, and eventually fell over and decided it wasn’t worth the effort. The picture box seemed more interesting than usual. I decided to spend the night staring at it. I fell asleep.
The next morning I was very grumpy. I had a terrible head-ache and moaned and complained whenever the bipeds made any noises.
I have to admit beer has a peculiar odor I find quite intriguing. I have been very interested in getting my tongue into one of these cold brown containers for quite some time. Although the oraface at the top of the container is quite small, on this night, I was able to get a taste of the amber nectar of the gods.
The bipeds were sitting on the soft thrones, in front of the moving picture and sound box. One of them got up and went to a different den, leaving their container unguarded, open for me to perform a covert investigation. That’s when I made my move.
I lunged at one of the brown containers to get a good sniff. The container felt very cold against my nose. Because of my over-zealousness I knocked the container over. Amber liquid gushed out the small opening; droplets sliding across the coffee table, finally spilling all over the rug. Sudsy golden bubbles permeated the rug. I had made quite a mess. The biped who was still on the cushy throne started laughing, and calling the other biped to return. I realized little time remained for my taste buds to be tantalized… I also needed to clean up my mess to avoid any repercussions to my heinous action. I licked up every single drop of “beer” from the rug. It was good. Very good. The bubbles tickled my nose. I discovered something on this night.
The bipeds have been holding out on me. I must beg for my share, from now on, whenever they produce these brown containers from the cold box.
On an unrelated note, I felt really tipsy that night. I’m not sure what caused it, but on occasion my head would spin, and I would find it hard to walk. I stumbled about, and eventually fell over and decided it wasn’t worth the effort. The picture box seemed more interesting than usual. I decided to spend the night staring at it. I fell asleep.
The next morning I was very grumpy. I had a terrible head-ache and moaned and complained whenever the bipeds made any noises.