I have a muzzle and I call him Jaded.
I never really wanted another pet after Fuzzball died, but
Jaded just kind of came along and started hanging around
me one day.
Some days, I don't even notice the little fella, but he is
there keeping me tight light lipped and close-mouthed.
Freewheeling recklessness is a thing of the past; now they
are 'blogs' and anything remotely fun is not worthy of
being made into one.
I kind of want Jaded to wonder out onto the freeway one of