A few weeks ago my hooman girl rescued this grandma sock monkey from certain death. She was in the FREE box at a yard sale. When my girl picked her up a little hooman pup said, "Excuse me, but what kind of home are you going to give her?"
My girl thought that was a little cheeky, coming from a girl who was giving her granny sock monkey away for FREE. But, my girl waved toward her car parked down the street, and said, "It's for my boy, Stanley."
As if on cue I stuck my head out the window and gave a loud goober salute to the granny sock monkey. The hooman pup gave her blessing, and my girl introduced me to my new friend.
Actually, we were thinking of rehoming this sock monkey to Montreal, knowing that our own Sophina La Brador was an aficionado. But alas, we did not think granny sock monkey would survive the trip.
Since she is going to retire here in GooberStan to live out her days in luxury, I thought it might be a great idea for us to open up a sock monkey sanctuary. You know. For all those forgotten or ready-to-retire sock monkeys.
What do you think?
Could all the elderly sock monkeys of the world use a little goober lovin' before they go to that great sock monkey mountain in the sky?
What?! You think I'm being a little rough?