All My Ex's Live in Texas -- or My Male Slave Anyway

This is a special edition of my blog going out to my male slave...he seems to have been able to escape my domination for a period of two weeks in some place called "Texas". Now I have never been to this Texas place, but judging from the disparaging remarks from the female slave, there is a lot of bad fashion and poor oral hygiene there.

The male slave sounded quite down when we talked to him earlier today, so the female slave got the clever idea to dress me up in her idea of a Texas cowboy hat (or at least the closest she says I am going to get to one) and a special onesie especially for my male slave. This post is for you big guy, I miss you LOTS (the female slave gets to be a bit much after about ten hours of alone time with her).


Umm female slave can we get this show on the road? Your not directing the latest Star Wars release, all you have to do is snap a couple of shots!


Ok I am just getting beyond irritated. As you can see, I am moving towards full fuss mode here.

Male slave, here's looking at ya! Love ya...Yipee yi yo yo yo....

The male slave sometimes can't see very well at a distance (he is quite old you know) so the female slave wanted to make sure that she caught a shot of my shirt caption for the big guy.

Male slave, it's just SO HORRIBLE. She dresses me in these weirdo outfits, she makes me go to Yuppie parks for walks...she leaves me in the care of the surly teenager...you must hurry back! Things are getting quite desperate here!