Mopdog

Mrs. Troll has a new purchase. She has a new mop.

Don’t have a heart attack. Serious cleaning is not in her future.

This particular mop is alive.

She finally found a little itty bitty dog that she felt that she had to have in her life. It does in fact look like an animated mop on pep pills.

After much ribbing I told her that she could keep it provided she named it Frunobulax.

She heartily agreed. She pronounces Frunobulax as “Furgie”.

Whatever works.

I keep trying to encourage my dog, Fexophedinine, to eat Frunobulax, but she will hear nothing of it. Fexophenadine is not a cannibal, nor will she fetch me a pillow or wash my laundry.

Ungrateful bitch.