Munroe Waldiddle carried himself with a regal air, and never missed an opportunity to remind the other dogs of his high status as a purebred. That is, until the fateful day when a chance encounter with a distant cousin showed that he was not a purebred, but a potato bred.
Can’t tell which one’s more a-peel-ing, Andrew Y.
But still a sweet potato to me.
I never get veggies that look like my cats. I’m missing out!
*adds potatoes to grocery list*
Thanks for the reminder, Mike!
And don’t forget the Bud Light!
“Julienne” — nice!
I’m slow on the uptake today, just got the pun. Just add ears to the one on the left and you could take it for a walk.
Can’t deny that schnoz. Definitely related.
Perfect for St. (potato) Patties Day!