Hi, everybody ... it's me, Cosmo. I know you don't know me very well yet ... because I don't get very many turns to post ... so Tucker said I could have today's post because he couldn't think of anything to say anyway. SCORE!
Anyway, it is raining today, which puts me in kind of a sleepy, contemplative mood, and what I've been thinking is best summed up in the words of Rodney Dangerfield: I don't get no respect!
What do I mean by this? Well, pups & kittehs, here's the truth. I am, let's just cut to the chase, insanely good looking. I don't say this to be conceited because I'm really not the least bit full of myself. Still, it's hard to argue with something as smack-you-in-the-face obvious as my good looks. There are just some irrefutable facts in life:
The sky is blue.
The grass is green (unless it's sort of yellow where I might have peed on it).
I'm handsome. It's sometimes a burden, but what can you do?
And that's all fine and good, but I am not just the sum of my luxurious golden locks or my warm, sensitive brown eyes. Sometimes people might not think so, but I've got brains, too. I graduated from obedience school. I even have a diploma with my name on it. (So what if I sometimes fell asleep in class? I was still smart enough to pass the final exam!)
So this is what I've been thinking. My grandpa is really smart ... and I know he is also well-respected by his peers. Grandpa wears glasses when he reads, and they do add a certain professorial something to his appearance when he's got them on. Because he's always losing his glasses, he's got several pairs and it just so happens that he left a pair behind the last time he was at our house. So I thought I would try them on and see if they do anything for me. What do you think?
|Here's just regular old me. Cute, right?|
|And here's me wearing Grandpa's glasses. Don't I look smart?|
|Deep thoughts just seem to come more easily when I'm wearing these ...|
|Ah, who cares. Being smart is exhausting. Maybe I'll just settle for being cute!|