What's on the other side of the fence?

So, I stuck my face under the fence. So... I got a little schmuzty. You would have thought that the world has ended... Momma had a meltdown of sorts. Seriously woman, get a grip, get a new lampshade, get a life, get some Prozac,wine anyone...vermouth? Massage? Hot bath? (Yea I known...only a hooman would find a hot bath soothing...freaks!)

Thank Dogness JD decided to romance me. It distracted her from the fact that even a wet towel did not really wipe away my new found "maquillage". I won't bore you with the stresses and dramas of my household, but someone will be neutered over a dent on the fridge door. It's either that or they have to make the thing all healed. Deep breath. She is staring at me. Dang it, better go take cover... I feel some sort of blueberry facial scrub coming on... 'Vie Oh yea... The answer to the question is ...grass. Grass is on the other side of the fence. Grass, and no, it's not greener.