People and fur People who are Disciples of The Leader Otis,
Yesterday I went out into our Outdoor Domain and discovered that Stanley had stopped by for a visit. He was on the other side of the grill with his back turned to me. I tried to get his attention by shouting “Hey Stan! How are you doing?”, but he didn’t reply. He seemed to be preoccupied with something on the ground.
I tried again, shouting, “Stanley! Great to see you man! I am so glad you are still OK, even though I see your guardians are still making you live in Limbo. Stanley? What are you doing over there?” After I finished speaking, Stanley plopped onto his side and started rubbing his cheek on the ground, but he finally acknowledged me by saying, “Can’t talk… nipping…”
That is when the smell hit me. Someone had given Stanley some very potent nip. I was starting to get a little bit nipped out just from the smell. I was about to ask Stanley if he might need to take a break because he was hitting that nip pretty hard, but I did not get the chance. All of a sudden Stanley went belly up in a full blown nip fit!
At that point, I decided it was time to call in reinforcements. I shouted, “Brother Henry! Brother Oliver! Get your furry butts out here! We have a nip-mergency!
Tomorrow- Stanley’s Nip-O-Rama Part II- The Aftermath.