Hi everyone! Today, I want to talk about something really really awesome:
I just cannot. get. enough. of this tasty stuff! I know you're thinking "but Rufus, water doesn't actually taste like anything! AND, you were homeless! Surely there was water everywhere when you were living on the streets of Philadelphia?!" And yes, you're right, but that water was nasty. And it had chicken bones in it. And smelled like pee and gasoline. IT was not water like THIS.
special water. It is clean, and fresh, and my foster* mom fills my bowl every day - sometimes three or four times a day! She also makes me "sit" every time I get more water because she says it teaches me "self control" and "how to better cope with my overwhelming emotions". Because I am so so lucky, though, I can have as much as I want whenever I want, so I don't mind sitting for it at all. She also says "Rufus, I'm so glad you're housebroken** because you sure do drink a lot of water!"
No one, and I mean NO ONE, else seems to care about water as much as I do, but that's okay, because it means more for ME!
*What is this "foster" ridiculousness? I'm not sure what they keep taking about when they say that, but if these people think I am going ANYWHERE they are cray cray.
**whatever that means. Of course I'm not going to pee in my new house, who pees inside houses?! That is gross. And uncivilized.