It’s gratifying to enrich our daily dog walks with entertainment. A normal route makes Gem Gem’s movements predictable and, though David always appreciates the sun, stars, and breeze, he envisioned something more. There’s the leash, the “gentle leader” head collar, the poop, and the pooper scooper bag.
Well, it’s time time to stop taking the bag for granted. It’s not just any bag. It’s a Premium Pick Up Bag; it’s hygienic and 2-ply, with a roomy pocket that helps protect hands.
Still, it’s time that our Premium bag be fleshed out more fully: introducing Morty the sock puppet. He’s one of ours, no less than Howdy Doody was family to Buffalo Bob Smith.
Morty was born in Washington, D.C. on 9 March 2014 at 12 noon, the symptom of the eccentric need of David to perform indirectly. We were visiting. Thus, he debuted in the nation’s capital over lunch for two five year old, Nati and Eva. These two have memorized “Frozen” word-for-word and are going to college next year. So Morty’s no stranger to sophisticated audiences.
Morty’s a cool blue. He doesn’t see well and certainly doesn’t smell. He’s pretty much all mouth, and damn voracious at that. But Morty is down for anything. He talks in a throaty, high-pitched voice (thanks to David’s accomplished ventriloquism). He’s witty and endearing, albeit a tad annoying.
Morty has one more amazing attribute. When Gem Gem is done, Morty’s gotta work. All of a sudden, ventriloquism aside, he gets a dirty mouth; we have to tie him up and get rid of him. Well, he comes in a box of 100, so it’s as if he never really leaves us, just shows up again dressed to go out.
