While the winter Olympic games started...so did the Pinky wars.

Bonehead really is adamant about getting me to eat those things.  She got quite creative this time.  She had this thing she called a fishing pole.  I heard her say that she hasn't used it for fishing yet, after owning it for almost 2 years.  I don't know what fishing is, but I watched her intently.  She wrapped one of those pinkies in something she calls line.  Then she dropped the pinky line into my house and dangled it in front of me. 

Of course I KNEW something was up.  So I watched her.  And things got confusing for me.  Her hands weren't moving and she sat there watching me ever so patiently.  And that pinky thing was moving.  It WAS interesting.  Then it started running along the floor of MY house.  I did not tell it that it was allowed in my house.  So I grabbed it...and...chewed it.  Then bonehead snatched the "line" away and at first I thought she took away my unwelcome guest.  But she apparently didn't want me to eat line.  But she said something about....catching a water dragon was more fun than fishing...almost.  What the heck does she mean by that???

Then she put the other half in my food bowl.  I wouldn't touch it until she left.  Then I ate the rest.  The next morning she put a whole one in my bowl.  As soon as she did I ate it.  Those are really good things!  I LOVE pinkies.  <slurp>

Now, before ya'll start thinking that bonehead won the pinky war....you couldn't be more wrong.  As any water dragon knows, I won.  How you ask?  It is quite simple and I am sure those of you sitting there with a water dragon on your head or shoulder, who is also reading this, are getting a look from them like..."Yeah...of course Drake won...don't you understand anything"?

So I will break it down for all you boneheads reading this.  I will try and make it as simple as possible for you.  I got to have some entertainment.  I found a way to make bonehead be creative.  I made mom work for it, took her an hour to get me to bite.  I got a very tasty dinner.  

And it was quite amusing to watch bonehead do the..."I won, oh yeah, I won the pinky war", dance.  (Of course she didn't win...but can't tell HER that).  She went all over the house saying that stupid line and acting like a football player in the end zone that had some twitching disorder.  It was quite sad and scary I must say.  I am so glad she doesn't dance often.   I don't like horror flicks.

See, how could I lose?  I was only patiently waiting for mom to get a clue.  You boneheads are really slow sometimes.  Ok...most of the time.

So that was pretty much the highlight of the week.  Well there was the episode with the disgusting 4 legged.  But I am still traumatized by that.  Once I have had enough therapy and Prozac I may share that story.  For once I was quite happy that bonehead was being over protective.  And please...don't say the word Minouche (pronounced me-new-sh) in my presence...it causes horrible flashbacks!

Until next week....try to endure without my words of wisdom.

Drake....Feared by Pinkies everywhere....muwhahaha

PS ok...I am letting bonehead type a lil something...because she is being persistent and...threatening to dance...

So that no one worries...Drake was not harmed by my gorgeous cat, Minouche.  I am very careful to monitor his roam time.  She was just interested but there wasn't any contact between them.  Just between you and me, Drake tends to be over dramatic and exaggerates a lot.  But I love my Drakester all the same.

PPS I am not overdramatic.  Bonehead is insensitive.