...is that a lion? Actually, if all my computer abilities are half as good as I expect them to be, you will see this is one wierd lion. This breed of lion hails from the lowly whalley ghetto. She is one-of-a-kind and the only lion that likes to chase cats. Infact, this fantastic feline is not actually a cat at all. This is none other than the Boersma family dog. This is a Boersma no doubt. Long nose, black and white markings..?...an odd pungent odour, and shockingly good looks. The king of the beasts will rule again in the body of Sadie. This Lab (black lab...if you couldn't tell) cross pitbull...every whalley dog has at least some pitbull in it...my guess is there's a stray one thats really gettin' around to all the ladies if you know what I mean ;)...is the magical mutt known as my family dog.
Since this is an odes to pet plural, I guess I should make some mention of my arch-nemesis the "family" bird. Family in quotations because I like to disown this mad creature of death shown here. Dont be decieved by his calm demeanor and miniscule size. With the blink of an eyelash this sweet little songbird turns into a ruthless killing machine with long talons and a wicked-sharp beak. He likes to suck people in with his casual conversation starters like "hello Billy" and "I like you" and "I am Canadian"...he is quite the charmer, but he lies . This native Australian claims ownership of a country he doesnt belong to. He saya he likes you... then bites you. He follows movies cathphrases like "Hakuna Matata" with a demeaning "Art is bald" (my dad likes to believe that's a lie). But all these negative aspects are completely ignored by me when he pulls a Billy and poos on someones head, or eats food off the dining room table, or falls into the kitchen sink and spends the rest of the day sulking in his cage. He even attempts to have a simbiotic relationship with the dog, trying to land on its head, but that is just completely unnatural. This is Billy...you love him and you hate him all at the same time.
Boersma out!
