Whoa, whoa, whoa (click and read). Everyone, allow me to introduce one of my close friends Mozie or Mipsy or Monty or whichever one she is. I may have forgotten to describe a few animals in my life not because I don’t love them, but because they’re so little that my eyes brushed right over their heads as I was gazing at the timeline of my life. These little ladies are Yorkshire Terriers who, as you can read from her comment, smother the heck out of me even if I tend to step on them, roll over them, and overlook them (literally, they’re tiny!). Perhaps it’s my deep brown eyes or deep brown fur or deep brown smell that attracts the love and lust of many a female. I try to keep up with all of them because I truly do love them equally. Right, men? You know what I’m talking about. Sometimes it seems like you get in trouble if your tail wags in the wrong direction, so I started wagging mine in circles to cover any possible direction. You have to please the ladies. Mozie, I did search for you when we first arrived to our new place. I looked everywhere I could think a little one such as yourself might fit. Here’s the proof.
Searching for Mozie
Spoiler: Mozie was not in the bottom of the box. The rigorous search ended a few minutes later because that box was stuck on my head and I got lost in personal thoughts as I stared into the pitch black nothingness of an empty Coke Zero fridge pack. The head encompassing box lead me to ask the tough questions like: If I can’t see people, can they see me? or, Is that smell the box or me? It was a self reflection moment all spurred by my search for my loved, lost friends. In the end, I found myself in that box. I also found a raisin. Thank you, Mozie. Veda and I do miss you and the other ewoks.
-Sir Hams-a-lot
My Life as a Ham 