Random Esquire

We took Little Filthy to the beach. The first thing he did was leap on someone’s beach towel and football tackle the beach bag on it, rubbing himself all over it. We shoo’d him away immediately…so he left that blanket and went to another. Where he lifted his leg and relieved himself upon it.

*sigh*

I heard Boss almost come unglued as she ran for him.

After some swimming…

…he trudged his sandy, wet filthy self to another beach towel. A bikini clad woman was on this towel. Little Filthy…shook all over her. She screamed. I said, “Sorry! He’s a MONSTER!”

Then home for a bath and he is passed out, sleeping in the crook made by a set of Boss legs on the couch.